Abyssal Creatures had always believed in one principle: the strong preyed on the weak.
They would not think Lincon ordering them to invade other Abyssal races was wrong.
On the contrary, they were more than willing.
Invasion, expansion, reproduction... these were the defining traits of most life races in the Abyssal World. They represented the underlying will of the Abyssal World and were natural laws that could not be easily changed.
If Lincon suppressed them and made them develop obediently within Hive Canyon, they would instead grow dissatisfied.
To grow stronger, they had to devour others.
As Lincon's words fell, the entire Hive Legion's momentum surged.
Alashu was like a berserker clad in Frost, his eyes blazing with the fires of war as he let out a roar that signaled the beginning of battle.
"Fight!!"
Since the enemy had already prepared to resist to the death rather than surrender, then they would beat them into submission.
Above the rift, clouds churned.
The Emberwing Demon and the Withered Hoof Lord, two High-Rank Lords, stood side by side, watching the imposing Hive Legion in the distance.
The Emberwing Demon was tall and slender. A pair of dark wings nearly thirteen feet long extended from its back, with long spikes protruding from the ends of their skeletal frames. It had no ears on either side of its head, only two vertical depressions. Its dark crimson blood-beak was curved like a sickle, and its gaze was gloomy and sharp, giving it somewhat avian features.
At that moment, its expression was grave as it asked in deep confusion, "Where exactly did these guys come from? Why have they appeared here?"
The Withered Hoof Lord shook his head. His upper body resembled a human's and leaned forward, while his lower body resembled a horse's. He moved