Blood Babu

The flesh, blood, and souls of tens of thousands of demons were mixed together.

The main bodies of the souls were drawn by the Styx and swiftly plunged into it.

The remaining soul fragments mingled with the flesh and blood.

Then, guided by Naimus, they rapidly formed an exceedingly common magic array—sacrifice!

As the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of demons were stirred, Naimus could sense the Will of the Abyss being stirred as well.

Throughout the process, the flesh, blood, and souls of those dead demons were set in motion.

"Oh, there were even some rare specimens." Naimus was still able to observe a thing or two during the process.

Among the flesh, blood, and souls of these Lesser Demons, he spotted some special things.

But this was not surprising.

At every moment, the Abyss swallowed and expelled souls from the various planes, along with resources that could fuse into souls.

As a result, all kinds of unusual Lesser Demons emerged one after another.

Among the tens of thousands of Lesser Demons killed this time were several such special demons.

This was considered normal.

Only demons with such special qualities could complete their advancement and achieve the legendary leap from Lesser Demon to Formal Demon.

If their aptitude was better and their luck greater, they might even become high-ranking demons through this.

But that was as far as they could go.

To advance any further was absolutely not something that such a small opportunity could accomplish.

Of course, the more likely outcome was that before they succeeded, they would be killed by a single thought from a higher-ranking demon, just as they had been now, becoming material for someone else's ascent.

That was how chaotic and unpredictable the Abyss was.

Talent alone was not enough; luck was