Deep in the Ancient Abyss, it should have been a place where black mist was thickest and monsters were most rampant. Yet, when Yan Luoluo and the other two stepped into the core region, the sight before them made all three stop in their tracks simultaneously.
Ye Wuchen's natal sword was already unsheathed, the blood groove on its blade still stained with the dark blood of the monster he had just slain. Staring fixedly ahead, he kept his voice extremely low: "This isn't right... When I came here last time, there were at least a hundred abyss Demon Beasts."
The spiritual flame on Míngxuān's fingertips flickered uncertainly, illuminating his grave expression: "Are you saying the World-Devourer has moved all its forces away?"
Chapter 111