519 Searing Soul Stare

At the moment, in the Sixth Abyss.

Apart from the occasion every archdemon of Gold tier and above were wiped out for reasons unknown one thousand two hundred and fifty years ago, there was nothing worse than the matter at hand.

For the demons, at least.

It was the fifth-hundred and twenty-eighth cycle lava had ignited and subsequently extinguished—an ordinary, bloody day like usual. Imps that were birthed in fortune were just opening their yellow eyes. Wandering demons were hunting across every corner of the Sixth Abyss to acquire energy. Gigantic warbeasts reared by lords were leisurely chewing one magical monster corpse after another.

It was a day so normal that nothing was of note.

And yet a grievous news with no precedent came to them, that the rule of demon lords over the land was rapidly crumbling.