Prayer Demon

Naimus vaguely sensed that something was off with Salixi.

But he did not care.

At present, ordinary high-ranking Demons no longer posed much of a threat to him.

As long as he did not face a Demon Lord directly, he would basically never encounter danger.

Every place in the Abyss was monotonous and devoid of color.

The things Naimus wanted were basically not something that would spawn in the wilderness.

It could be said that as long as most Demons could ensure their safety on the Material Plane, they would likely remain there.

Still, the Abyss had no shortage of strange tales that could serve as entertainment.

Naimus transformed into a cloud of black smoke and drifted through the air.

Since the Clown Emperor was recruiting troops on the 181st layer, there had to be military camps somewhere.

What Naimus intended to do next required him to find some capable people to help him.

While flying toward the camp, Naimus spotted a Demon in the distance, devoutly praying as it made its way across the ground.

It had barely stood up at all. After kneeling to pray, it used its prone posture to slide forward a short distance.

The sight piqued Naimus's interest.

It was not that he found such bizarre behavior interesting, but rather that he was interested in the Demon's strength.

There were countless chaotic oddities in the Abyss.

If one observed carefully, one would find that the stranger an existence was, the more likely it was to be powerful.

It was not that the Abyss favored freaks. The causality was reversed.

More precisely, any eccentric Demon that was not strong enough had long since been beaten to death.

For instance, right now, a Babu Demon was quietly lying in wait along the path of this praying Demon's