Whether it was Abyss Civilization or this bizarre pan-consciousness biological swarm, both regarded the Forgotten Ones of the Dimensional Esophagus as prey.
Or rather, the creed shared by both was to crush everything they encountered, all the way to dimensions of higher order.
Because the Penetrating Gates between them were relatively far apart, it was not until a full year later that the vanguard of the Abyssal Devil Race encountered the final enemy blocking their way into the Dimensional Gate.
This was a relatively large gathering place of Forgotten Ones.
With doomsday descending, more than ten thousand Forgotten Ones had gathered here. Yet when over a dozen Abyssal Devils led several thousand Abyss fortresses of all sizes, and countless Abyssal Demon Dragons beat their wings until they nearly blotted out the gray sky, charging forth in an irresistible tide, these Forgotten Ones could not help but despair.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...
After only a few brief hourglass intervals of resistance, this gathering place built atop the Elemental Spring was utterly destroyed. Several murderous Devil Ancestors soared into the air, about to lead the army onward, when they suddenly sensed something.
A disturbance beyond the edge of their vision!
"What was that?"
The Devil Ancestors no longer dared to be careless. They armed themselves for battle, the Abyssal Demon Dragons stood poised to strike, and the Abyssal Devils opened Space-Time Gates one after another, summoning legions from other regions!
The white mist did not pause in the slightest. As though it had not noticed the powerful enemy ahead, it continued to surge forward in the form of a flood from the Bone Continent.
"Fire!"
It had to be said that the two wars with the Wizards—whether the victory in ancient times or the defeat on the Three-Race Battlefield—had brought enormous