Although most of those who had come here, aside from Xianna, had heard some rumors, Malcanthet's final confirmation still frightened them.
Demogorgon—the pinnacle of all demons, and the nightmare of all demons—was especially terrifying to demons like them who served Malcanthet. For thousands of years, the entire Abyss had debated whether Demogorgon had truly fallen. Even after all this time, Demogorgon's remnants had merely sealed themselves inside the Gaping Maw without the slightest movement, yet that only gave countless people room for speculation.
People had been guessing what Demogorgon's lackeys would do. Would they find a way to resurrect Demogorgon? Or would they do everything in their power to seek revenge? With such thoughts in mind, the demon lords who bore grudges against Demogorgon had kept a close watch on the Gaping Maw for thousands of years, hoping to spot some clue.
At last, the Gaping Maw, silent and sealed off for thousands of years, had finally begun to move! While this discovery made everyone tense, it also made them breathe a sigh of relief.
That might sound contradictory, but it was the truth. Ever since the Gaping Maw had sealed itself off, there had been no information whatsoever about that layer of the Abyss for thousands of years. People could only speculate while holding their breath and watching this place.
And they had persisted for thousands of years.
How did that saying go again? A fist pulled back and clenched was the most frightening. Only when the fist was thrown could everyone truly feel its power. And once it was thrown, no matter what happened, there would be traces to follow. That was far easier to deal with than a clenched fist!
Just a few days ago, the Gaping Maw, which had been sealed for thousands of years, had