The Abyss Reclaimed Its Own Energy While Also Draining the Life Force of the Douluo Plane

The Abyss did not leave the Federation even half a minute to catch its breath.

The black fog had barely crossed the Northern Tundra when the first wave of monsters crashed into the defensive positions.

Not tens of thousands.

Not hundreds of thousands.

On the radar projections, densely packed red dots nearly crowded together into an entire sea of blood.

Once their numbers surpassed a million, the rear command simply gave up on precise counts.

Because there was no point.

Those lowest-ranking Abyssal creatures could not even be called an army.

There were no formations.

No command.

And no tactics whatsoever.

The front line had just been blasted to pieces by heavy soul cannon fire.

Yet the monsters behind them had already continued charging forward.

A Ba An had just had its chest pierced by a high-energy beam when an Abyss Worm drilled through the spot where he fell.

Six-clawed monsters crawled forward over the broken bodies of their own kind.

More and more of them came.

There was no end in sight.

Only now did many ordinary soldiers realize for the first time that the monsters described in the Blood God Legion's top-secret training materials had not been invented to scare recruits.

Even more terrifying was this—

The things that required specially marked danger ratings in the archives were merely cannon fodder in this tide.

"Coordinates calibrated!"

"Heavy artillery, Group Three, prepare!"

"Blanket the forward eight-zone area!"

"Fire!"

BOOM—!!!

The world suddenly turned white.

The next instant, the entire horizon caught fire.

The heavy soul cannon positions did not stop.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Not until the thirteenth minute, when dozens of cannon barrels had turned dark red from constant overheating and the cooling systems shrieked warnings, did the barrage finally pause briefly.

It was