They had once been one of the mightiest races in the Abyss Empire, its former rulers.
Now, the Giant Mouth Clan had fallen into decline. Without a strong ability to reproduce, relying solely on splitting themselves, they could not meet the Abyss Lord's demands for war.
Naturally, the Giant Mouth Clan had been excluded from the ranks of the major races.
They had become nothing more than a small, marginal race within the Abyss Empire.
The endless warfare had taken a devastating toll on their population.
"Alas, if this goes on, the Giant Mouth Clan will be wiped out."
"How did this world become like this? Are we really doomed to be nothing but tools of war?"
By now, the Overlord of the Giant Mouth Tribe had lost all hope of survival. He had sunk even deeper into despair.
Yet despite his complaints, he still charged toward the defensive line, launching relentless attacks against the Primordial World.
The Demon Emperor destroyed vast numbers of virus carriers, and when he encountered the Giant Mouth Tribe, he was astonished.
The once incomparably powerful Giant Mouth Clan could now field shockingly few warriors.
In this offensive, even the Giant Mouth Tribe's Overlord served merely as an intelligent commander, directing the viral puppets in their ceaseless attacks.
An unusual gleam flashed through the Demon Emperor's eyes as he watched the attacking Giant Mouth Clan. "To think the mighty Giant Mouth Tribe has declined this far. It seems the Abyss Empire has undergone considerable changes."
"They've already lost their potential for war."
The Demon Emperor actually understood the Giant Mouth Tribe's weaknesses very well.
These creatures were insatiably greedy and immensely powerful, capable of evolving by devouring other races.
As one of the oldest races in the Abyss Empire, they had once enjoyed an easy