Demon Monarch Azkele

At the same time.

997th Layer of the Abyss world.

On a vast Blood Plain.

A door to space opened across the entire Blood Plain.

On the other side of Gate of Spacetime is a beautiful and endless green plain.

Countless Demon rushed to rush into this huge Gate of Spacetime.

And further away.

A tall altar made of bones and flesh.

A huge black-red flame rose above it.

An enchanting Succubus holding a soul sack stood around the altar, adding the soul in the sack to it like firewood, allowing the black-red flame to continue burning.

As the miserable howl of the soul sounded, the flames rose.

A 100-meter-tall Demon Monarch wearing flesh wings stood beside the altar, exuding a slightly stronger aura than Greater Divine Power.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen Demon Lord standing, including Intermediate Demon Lord Flame Demon Lord Piweikele who was as powerful as Intermediate Divine Power.

There are also weak Demon Lord, one Dretch Lord, but Faint Divine Power.

Lemure Lord Azeba is also among them, but it is at the level of Lesser Divine Power.

Azeba has been through a lot of hardships these past years, and being able to reach Lesser Divine Power is already the result of his hard work.

Demon Monarch Azkele watched the Demon army on Blood Plain heading towards Feland World, feeling extremely satisfied.

He looked at Azeba with his hunched head and body in Demon Lord, and laughed.

"Azeba, your Prime Material Plane indeed has many creatures. I can smell the endless delicious soul breath even through Gate of Spacetime."

"Please enjoy, Mr. Azkele!"

Azeba immediately put on a smile and respectfully replied.

The 100-meter-tall Demon Monarch laughed loudly, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

"Azeba, I eat meat, and you all have a mouthful of soup to drink! But, have all your Demon legions been sent over? This is a big world!"

"Everyone has been sent over, Master Azkele!"

Demon Lords nodded one after another.

"That's good!"

Azkele nodded with satisfaction.

Among Demon Lord, Azeba looked at the crimson Gate of Spacetime propped up on Blood Plain, then looked at the black and red flames burning on the altar, and sighed in his heart.

He felt miserable.

Originally, he just wanted to ask several Demon Lord who were also Lesser Divine Power to attack Feland World together, and the souls obtained would be divided equally.

Unfortunately, the news was accidentally spread by one of Lesser Divine Power's Demon Lord, and eventually it spread throughout the area, letting Demon Monarch Azkele know about it.

Azkele didn't care at first.

He was seriously injured in the invasion war launched by Demon God Silver Eye and suffered heavy losses, so he returned to Abyss for training and has just recovered from his injuries in recent years.

But a piece of news caught his attention.

When Azeba fell, millions of creatures of his own race fell with him.

This is a very luxurious foundation.

When many Demon Lords just fell, there were tens of thousands of Demons around them who fell to follow them!

The world of Azeba must be a big world.

Therefore, after he invited Azeba to his palace to inquire about the situation, the current scene occurred.

However, he agreed with Azeba's estimate of the strength of this "new" world.

As a representative of Feland World's former peak combat power, Azeba's current strength also represents the strength of Feland World to a certain extent.

As for Demon Lord, who set off first, he was the direct subordinate of Azkele and went in to confirm.

If Feland World is really weak, then there is no need for Azeba and others to go in.

Their army can just go in.

At this moment, the black and red flames soaring into the sky on the altar suddenly seemed to be extinguished and suddenly fell to freezing point.