Demon Nobles were a class that stood above Demons. They were few in number, yet every one of them possessed immense power and ruled over Demonkind.
Once a Demon's strength reached a certain level, it might evolve into a member of the Demon Nobles. Yet the odds were not high; among tens of thousands of Imps, there might not necessarily be a single noble.
Still, they lived in the Abyssal World, where conditions were just as harsh.
According to the rules of the beginning, every plane should have sunlight shining upon it, and even the Netherworld was no exception, though the nature of the Netherworld's sun differed.
But the Abyss was different. The deeper one went, the darker it became, thick with the aura of death and darkness, accompanied by waves of sound rising ever higher.
In an environment resembling the end of days, no Demon found survival easy.
The sky was forever black, like a pitch-black curtain covering the stars filling the heavens.
There were few luminous bodies on the ground as well. The creatures here all possessed the ability to move and live in darkness.
At that moment, a streak of light suddenly flashed across the pitch-black sky, like a midnight signal flare. Then, with a soundless boom, it exploded, and in an instant, rosy clouds filled the sky.
Such a dazzling sight was rarely seen in this world, and it was not just one layer, but countless layers.
Thus, within the next few minutes, the entire Demon Noble race was thrown into an uproar like an earthquake.
"Is the Demon God summoning us?"
"A divine command! The Demon God is summoning us!"
"Is it beginning? Is the war beginning again?"
The Abyss was so barren and desolate that Demons sometimes had to fight monsters to survive, or