Army at the Gates

"Is this the Main World? It smells delicious!" An Upper Demon sniffed the surrounding air, then immediately darted around as though drunk.

The Abyss was vast as well. Some demons had never invaded any other worlds at all and had simply grown up within the Abyss.

As for invading the Main World, compared to the Abyss's enormous population as a whole, their numbers were even fewer.

Yadra Continent meant origin, beginning, and singularity. Outsiders also called it the Main World.

It was the largest world among the countless worlds, even surpassing the current Abyss. It had birthed the gods and countless powerful professionals, and it was the only world capable of suppressing the Abyss.

For Abyssal Demons, their greatest wish was to devour the Main World.

If they could achieve such a feat, they might become the Lord of the Abyss, the true ruler of the Endless Abyss.

Of course, these Upper Demons did not harbor such unrealistic fantasies.

The Upper Demons had come to the Main World for a simple purpose: to slaughter as much as possible and return bearing the favor of the Abyssal Will.

As long as they achieved sufficiently great merits, becoming an Abyss Lord would no longer be a dream.

"Now is not the time to indulge ourselves. We must deal with the enemies before us and summon Lord Motian over. Only then can we truly run wild."

An Upper Demon with ox horns spoke in a deep voice. He had not lost himself merely because he had arrived in the Main World.

The Main World was no simple place. Just the few experts they had surrounded earlier were no weaker than them.

If the lord had not made covert arrangements in advance, taught them the formation, and allowed them to seize the initiative by