The Devil's Bible
Chapter 842

Low-Dimensional Hunting Ground

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Abyss.

This was simply a complex and simple contradictory complex.

It was complex because there were all kinds of chaotic demon species, the mixed distortions of countless bloodlines, and various strange local lord rules.

There were also quite a few tourists from various planes.

Many demons were brewing their own evil plans and carrying out all kinds of evil activities.

If they were not careful, they would be dragged into a conspiracy and a chaotic battle.

They would even inexplicably have to fight others to the death, engaging in a life-and-death battle.

Saying it was simple, it was indeed simple.

A single sentence could summarize it—a song of killing and fucking!

There was no need for a complex brain; as long as one possessed enough combat power, one could kill their way all the way through.

Of course, they could also spew their desires all the way, whether it was male demons or female demons, or beast demons or any other bizarre gadgets.

In a place like the Abyss, fists were everything.

With enough fists, you could point at the Abyss and curse wildly without anything happening.

Without enough fists, you might vanish without having done anything.

Such a complex yet simple place—what kind of method should be used to subject them to a cognitive change sufficient to attract attention for more than three months?

"First of all, there must be a sufficient foundation, one related to the basic survival points of the demons."

A demon's life was not as 'simple' as imagined; every moment, every single demon was fighting for survival.

They were prey, and they were also hunters.

In this forever-ongoing survival game.

For creatures like demons with extreme egocentricity, their most superficial needs were safety and supplies to maintain safety.

In short, it was the need to

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