"Thirty percent! Thirty percent!!! That brat swallowed thirty percent of my origin! I want him dead!!"
The Abyss trembled as the Abyssal Sage King vented his fury madly.
His roar rose from the deepest reaches of the Abyss, passing through every layer and making the dark crimson rock walls hum.
For the Abyss to develop to such a scale had taken more than a million years. It had devoured planes one layer at a time, accumulating origin bit by bit, before growing from a tiny planar rift into a colossal entity capable of invading several worlds at once.
Yet this time, it had lost a full thirty percent of its origin.
That was nearly thirty percent of the Abyss's accumulated assets from hundreds of thousands of years—decades upon decades of painstaking effort, swallowed clean by a single human in one stroke. How could anyone not hate that?
Originally, the Abyssal Sage King had believed that if this fierce assault on Douluo Continent succeeded, they would feast well.
Even if it failed, they only needed to kill the human capable of absorbing Abyss energy and eliminate any future threat. As for losses, they would at most be around five percent.
After all, in his view, Douluo Continent had no Plane Lord. Only the Abyssal Kings sacrificed to strike the seal would permanently lose a portion of their Abyss energy. The Abyss energy of all other Abyssal Creatures would return to the Abyss after death.
But he had never expected that not only would he fail, he would also lose so much Plane Origin energy...
This time, they had truly suffered a catastrophic loss.
"Sage King, please calm your anger..."
"Sage King, the Abyss has suffered grievous energy losses. Many layers have already begun to collapse..."
"Sage King, the Douluo Plane is