Abyss Summoner

Thousands of demons gathered together, most of them were weak Timid Demons and decaying Inferior Demons, with only a small number of mid-tier demons, while High-tier Demons were even rarer, only three: an Enchanting Demon, a Frenzy Demon, and a Four-armed Serpent Demon.

These were all underlings of the Inferior Demon.

Somewhat ironic.

The Summoned Beast that Chen Feng wanted to summon was tamed by the Inferior Demon first, and after some development, the Inferior Demon’s power in the Abyss had qualitative improvement.

What was most abundant in the Abyss?

Not food nor endless wars, but countless demons, densely packed together.

The rise of the Inferior Demon was simple, pure combat, running away when losing, stepping on the vanquished when winning, making them pledge allegiance.

Loyalty need not be considered, these creatures know no loyalty at all. However, the Inferior Demon also doesn’t trust this meaningless verbal loyalty. For his subordinates, the Inferior Demon holds a pure combat approach, with even slight displeasure, a punch explodes their heads, simple and efficient.

Thousands of demons gathered, owing to their chaotic nature, these intellect-deficient fellows might anytime engage in conflict over some minor frictions.

Slaughter between demons was a normal occurrence.

During blood wars, why do Devils always prevail? Besides superior strength, assistance from opponents is one of the important reasons.

But now, these demons were unusually calm, they didn’t turn their conflicts onto each other, instead, they looked towards some surrounding dark races.

Kobolds, goblins, Cannibal Race, and even some figures from the Cat Race.

These races attracted the demons’ covetous glances.

A Timid Demon stepped out.

Timid Demons were naturally stupid and slow, lacking any efficiency in combat. They barely survived one battle after another by relying on their damage reduction ability. In combat, Timid Demons used sheer numbers to block enemies and summoned more Timid Demons to increase their chances of winning. Unless coerced by a more powerful demon, they would flee like startled birds when on the losing side. Timid Demons feared High Demons more than death itself.

However, this was no ordinary Timid Demon, but an elite one at the Silver Tier level. It stood around one meter tall, with a hunched back, hands gleaming with a chilling light, and eyes full of bloodthirstiness. Its target was a nearby member of the Cat Race.

A lovely young girl.

The Cat Race does not have a uniform color, this Cat Race girl bore orange stripes on her body, her chest was prominent, yet her figure was quite proportionate. As for her appearance, she would be considered a top-notch beauty.

She seemed somewhat nervous.

Being targeted by an elite Timid Demon was indeed a terrifying sight. At this level, a Timid Demon could emit certain pressure, and had a chance to instill fear, making the enemy’s legs weak, unable to walk normally.

The Cat Race girl undoubtedly fell victim to such an attack. At this moment, her face was pale, like a lost girl encountering a criminal at midnight, knowing well what would happen next, drawing the attention of other demons.

Cheers and uproar erupted among the demons, interspersed with occasional vulgar tones in demon language, appearing ecstatic and mad.

For Timid Demons, attacking enemies went beyond mere slaughter. When capturing enemies, especially female ones, they resorted to cruel means.

Timid Demons were timid and submissive, previously submitting to the control of High-tier Demons, executing all commands like the most obedient slaves. Even when food was extremely scarce, Timid Demons were also treated as livestock.

When the master required it, they needed to offer their bodies.

Through roasting or some cruel cooking methods, they were served directly before the master.

Precisely because of this, Timid Demons had serious personality flaws, seemingly related to centuries-long servitude. Upon gaining captives, they showed a different side.

Evil and terrifying, they vented their innate anger entirely on the captives. For males, it’s relatively bearable, but for females, their cruel methods even unsettle some fellow demons.

The elite Timid Demon spotted the Cat Race member. Though ordered by the master to fight together, the chaotic will affected its judgment, leaving it with only one thought, to capture and fully enjoy the Cat Race member.

Closer and closer.

The cheering grew louder, with the elite Timid Demon nearing step by step, other demons around began itching for action.

One demon stepped forward, followed by two more, as the cheering became rapid, more and more demons followed the elite Timid Demon, moving forward.

The situation became unpredictable.

At this, it wasn’t just the Cat Race member, even the typically bold Ogres took a step back in the face of such pressure.

Demons are terrifying foes.

Especially when thousands gather, their overwhelming presence alone was enough to instill fear among these races also dwelling in the dark world.

"in..."

An exclamation came from the elite Timid Demon, and it immediately lunged forward.

"Poof!"

The head of the elite Timid Demon exploded mid-leap, the previous menacing visage turned to fragments on the ground.

A petite figure emerged, followed by indiscriminate slaughter. Demons within ten meters of the elite Timid Demon faced a massacre, over dozens were killed, instantly dying the surroundings a bloody red.

This was the Inferior Demon’s rule.

Disobedience leads only to death, something the Inferior Demon learned well from Chen Feng.

"You’re here..."

An Enchanting Demon appeared beside the Inferior Demon, learning from a previous experience where a comrade died because of a [master], this Enchanting Demon clearly knew how to converse with the Inferior Demon.

She looked at the Inferior Demon, who appeared to have the figure of a girl but possessed a real dragon’s tail behind her. The Enchanting Demon was among the few surviving witnesses of the Inferior Demon’s wrath, a scene of hundreds of Timid Demons burned to death by Dragon Breath, forever etched in her mind.

The Enchanting Demon became the left and right hands of the Inferior Demon.

"These fellows are just like that, only your presence can calm them..."

The Enchanting Demon made a flattering remark to the Inferior Demon, who remained expressionless, walking before the other demons, uttering in a childish voice, "Fight... Disobey... I’ll kill you..."

The voice sounded soft and harmless, yet from the Inferior Demon’s mouth, it caused many demons to shudder, making them stand obediently, a slaughter bringing some peace to the chaos.

This was life in the Abyss, if you’re strong, you can naturally enslave others, but if weak, you’ll be treated cruelly.

It was a world purely about strength.

The surrounding demons remained eager yet no demon dared step out, for a simple reason, they feared death.

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