Cursed Throat was an ominous sea that reeked endlessly. Its exact origins had long been lost to history. Ever since this plane had first been discovered, its ocean had seemed heavily polluted, filled with corrosive energy. It was this energy that had turned the seawater yellow.
Because of that terrifying corrosive energy, the demons and monsters living in these waters had all been eroded beyond recognition. Their bodies were covered in rotten flesh and pus, making them look like undead creatures. By the time Solam arrived here, he had already lost his appetite.
Too disgusting.
Ulnos and his group knew Cursed Throat even better than their own home. After arriving here, the danger abruptly diminished. Even if they accidentally encountered some decaying sea beasts, they could deal with them using their own strength.
Although the sea beasts here were stronger than ordinary ones, Ulnos and his men had ample experience fighting them. They knew exactly what these creatures feared and could easily drive them back.
After sailing across the foul-smelling yellow ocean for nearly three days, Solam and the others saw the shadow of land.
Of course, things would never be that simple. Countless jackals and infernal gnolls roamed the shore. It appeared Yeenoghu had long anticipated that Ulnos's fleet would show up at this time. This was hardly surprising. Ulnos's allegiance to Malcanthet was no secret in the Abyss. Whenever Malcanthet went to war with Yeenoghu, Ulnos would always launch raids against Yeenoghu from Cursed Throat, leaving him attacked from both front and rear.
Of course, that was somewhat exaggerated. Given Ulnos's strength, at most he could harass the rear. Being attacked from both front and rear was out of the question. Other than at sea, Ulnos was always at a disadvantage when facing an army of infernal gnolls.