What a pity.
Demon materials were expensive to transport to the Wizard World.
Unless he found a suitable transport route, and a suitable hunting ground in the Abyssal World.
Charles, an Intermediate Demon with the strength of a second-ring wizard, was still not much to look at here.
After simply extracting the soul essence and bloodline essence, Charles hurriedly left with Bruce.
The commotion here had long since drawn the attention of other demons.
However, Bruce had remained on guard, and those demons had also noticed that Bruce and Charles were basically uninjured.
Under such circumstances, ordinary demons did not dare launch a sneak attack.
Demons did not fear the pain of injury, but they feared the consequences that came with being wounded.
In the Abyssal World, once one was injured, it meant other hunters would mark them as prey.
After Charles and Bruce left, without Charles's sorcery concealment, the bloody stench here quickly spread.
Of the three demon corpses, Charles had only taken the most valuable parts. To other demons, this was simply irresistible temptation.
The moment Charles's aura faded into the distance, some demons could no longer suppress their urge to devour and charged out from their hiding places.
They began fighting over the three corpses on the ground, brawling fiercely over them.
"Hisss!"
"This is mine!"
"You stupid worm, you dare fight me for it?!"
On the former battlefield, a new round of battle erupted once more.
Several demons of varying strength began fighting here again.
Spell-like aftershocks surged everywhere, along with torn wounds, spurting blood, and scales scattered across the ground.
Some demons let out sharp, bloodthirsty shrieks, while others screamed miserably before death.
The battle grew ever fiercer. Of the several demons that had rushed out, half quickly died.
The battle among the remaining demons