Primordial Abyssal Demonic Energy

"Three Souls of the Evil Dragons, Blood Fiend Twin Ghosts—you're all here."

The Cyclops Troll muttered in a deep voice. Of the five representatives of the ancient demon servant factions that had once agreed to the ten-man duel, three were Abyssal Wyverns and two were powerful abyssal creatures.

"The Three Souls of the Evil Dragons possess a soul-combining attack that is extremely terrifying. Few beneath the Stigmata rank can withstand it. Be careful. Let the Golden Pig King handle that combined technique."

The Three Souls of the Evil Dragons were all Abyssal Wyverns around thirty-five meters long. The power within them was astonishing; each Evil Dragon was likely already at the level of Black Phoenix, a notch stronger than Green in his current state of magical backlash. The abyssal aura swirling around them also seemed more primitive and volatile.

As for Blood Ghost and Fiend Ghost, they were two utterly different creatures.

Blood Ghost stood over fifty meters tall and was composed entirely of blood, lacking any fixed shape like a water elemental creature.

Fiend Ghost, meanwhile, was a skeletal being in human form. Dark-red soul flames blazed fiercely within its eye sockets, and a black death scythe rested on its back, wreathed in wisps of black aura.

"Golden Pig King, Bloodthirsty Sword Demon, Cyclops Troll, Ghost Bear Demon, Ironblood War Wolf—you are all here as well. Then let us begin."

Among the three powerful Evil Dragons, the one with a blood-moon scar across its forehead spoke in a low voice. Its cold, slit-pupiled gaze swept one by one across the many gathered exiles behind the five native lords.

The Golden Pig King, representing the five native lord factions, stood at the very front. Behind its fat yet fierce body, a small tail swished from time to time, conspicuous as