Several days later.
News that the Abyss Kings had laid a trap intending to slaughter the saints of numerous divine beast races spread across every corner of the universe at once. It became known to all the major races of the universe, thoroughly shocking the world.
"What? When did the Present World Universe gain so many Abyss Kings? Why were they never discovered before? How exactly did they break through our Abyss seal?"
A saint was greatly shocked upon hearing this news, suspecting that something had gone wrong with the seal.
"No, there is nothing wrong with our Abyss seal. It's simply that, as Abyss Kings, so long as they are willing to pay a sufficient price, they can always break through the seal. After all, no seal is perfect."
A saint shook his head, feeling that this was nothing unusual.
"But for the Abyss to have arranged such a plan—they must have plotted it for who knows how many eras. They likely intended to trap and kill a large number of saints from the divine beast races. If they had succeeded, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Some saints turned grave at once. They immediately sensed the Abyss Demons' towering ambitions, and realized that their methods were entirely different from those of the Primordial Ancient era. They had become cleverer, craftier, and had no intention of clashing head-on with them.
This made the threat posed by the Abyss Demons even greater.
Back in the Primordial Ancient era, the reason the myriad races of the heavens had been able to win the war against the Abyss was largely due to the immense contributions of those divine beast races. They had given much, and countless of their number had died in battle.
If the Abyss had succeeded in this plan, causing