Once a demon claimed a sufficiently large territory in the Abyss, it would gain the Abyss's favor. In a sense, that territory became its domain, and within it, a demon lord possessed immense authority.
For example, Solam could now sense the condition of the entire plane. He did not even need to actively seek out the information; it automatically appeared in his mind.
Sixth Pyre, the twenty-first layer of the Abyss—a large Abyssal plane. It contained three tributaries of the River Styx, while its blood pools had increased roughly fivefold from before.
Those conditions were already exceptionally favorable, ranking in the upper-middle tier among all Abyssal planes at the very least!
The only thing that left Solam somewhat speechless was that, aside from the few scraps kneeling before him, he did not have a single soldier under his command. In the Abyss, a demon lord's personal strength was certainly important, but what the hell was personal strength alone good for? Without underlings, one could still be beaten to death by a crowd!
Only a very small number of demons could dominate an area through their own despair-inducing individual strength. Demogorgon was the prime example—he always charged into battle first, and more often than not, he fought alone.
Unfortunately, Solam, this newbie, could not pull that off!
Solam roughly assessed his own strength. Although he had reached Legendary rank, compared to those demon lords whose names resounded across the planes, he was merely a little brother. Going it alone was impossible, so he had to find himself some subordinates!
"Angron! Where is my army?" With that thought, Solam coldly asked the balor leader kneeling below.
Upon hearing Solam's voice, Angron's enormous body actually began to tremble.
"The army... the army... it has already..."
As Kardum's most trusted subordinate, Angron's true name