It wasn't the chaotic, muddled aura of an ordinary Soul-Devouring Abyss Demon, but something purer, more concentrated, and far more oppressive.
It was being born from the remains of countless others of its kind—Soul-Devouring Abyss Demons ate anything, even their own companions.
This cannibalism wasn't accidental. It was instinct, part of their mechanism of evolution.
It was much like breeding venomous creatures in a jar until only one remained. Once the number of Soul-Devouring Abyss Demons at the bottom of the pit reached a certain threshold and the slaughter grew brutal enough, an Overlord would emerge from the heap of corpses.
That was what made Soul-Devouring Abyss Demons so troublesome. They weren't strong, but they could never be killed off or wiped out.
Even if every living specimen was eliminated, as long as the underground pit remained, new demons would soon emerge like multiplying bacteria, repeating the cycle without end.
That was precisely why Chen Hao had laid down the Primordial Seal ten thousand years ago, sealing this entire abyss away. After ten thousand years, there was no telling how many of these creatures had bred.
This was the second Overlord-class Soul-Devouring Abyss Demon. He had personally dealt with the previous one.
Chen Hao withdrew his divine sense and took a sip from his teacup. He stopped looking toward the pit. It would take another night to emerge, so he would let the girls keep training.
Night fell completely. There were no city lights on the wasteland, and moonlight was the only illumination, casting the figures fighting around the edge of the pit into silhouettes like those in a shadow play.
The leaden night sky hung oppressively low. Cold wind swept across the scattered bones, carrying the stench of decay and howling like wailing ghosts. The pitch-black pit resembled the