79: Escape from the rage

Sea of Origin, as Ailan World fell into the Abyss, ninety percent of its creatures died from Abyss erosion.

Massive amounts of souls and flesh fell into the Sea of Origin, causing the ocean to constantly boil.

Just one eruption sprayed out millions of Abyssal Worms.

The originally boundless Slaughter Beach instantly became lively, with countless Worms erupting in bloody Killing.

And the churning of the Sea of Origin did not subside; clearly, waves of Worms were still waiting to descend.

As the base number of Worms increased, the number of Little Devils also gradually surged.

As soon as these Little Devils left Slaughter Beach, they were directly transferred by the Abyss Will into the Shadow Abyss, where they learned skills and combat techniques from their "seniors".

At this time, the number of Little Devils in the Shadow Abyss had already exceeded ten thousand.

And in the center of these Little Devils, an intense duel was underway.

The dark red "Killing" waved its arms, the ends of which were sharp bone blades.

The bone blades cut through the air, bringing forth bursts of sharp whistling sounds.

The one organizing the battle was a Little Devil with an extremely ordinary appearance.

At this moment, its claws were glowing with a scarlet light, showing no signs of falling behind in the battle.

"Shadow Blade Storm!"

Killing's two bone blades spun rapidly, and illusory shadow blades flew out from the bone blades, shooting in all directions.

"Violent" dared not be careless; after flashing to create distance, he used Demon Claws to block the shadow blades one by one.

However, the shadow blades were extremely dense, and a few stragglers still broke through the blockade, shooting onto Violent's shadow barrier.

After flickering for a moment, the barrier quietly shattered. Violent was unable to dodge in time and was pierced by several shadow blades, causing wounds to appear on his body.

Stimulated by the pain, Violent's pupils instantly turned blood red, and a Violent power awakened within him.

White mist rose from Violent's body, like freshly steamed buns.

He stomped heavily on the ground and rapidly approached Killing, his Demon Claws emitting a strong smell of blood.

Killing had anticipated this scene; he retreated rapidly, his bone blades swinging out layers of sword shadows, attempting to block Violent's attack.

This time, Violent did not dodge; his claws directly plunged into the sword shadows, enduring injuries to his hands to forcefully jam the two bone blades.

Immediately after, his figure flickered, and he suddenly appeared from the shadow behind Killing, his sharp claws thrusting directly at the opponent's neck.

This was not a flash, but a Shadow Assault learned from the Shadow Assassin.

Killing, who was trying hard to pull out his bone blades, was caught off guard; his body tilted backward, losing balance, and Violent's Demon Claws were already pressing against his throat.

"You won again," Killing said with a hint of disappointment.

In the past two days, they had fought dozens of times, but each time ended with his own defeat.

Violent retracted his Demon Claws, the mist rising from his body slowly dissipated, and his blood-red pupils gradually returned to normal.

Although he had won again, Violent felt no joy at all.

Killing's progress speed was too fast!

From the initial one-sided crushing to the current evenly matched state, only two days had passed!

Furthermore, within these two days, Killing had learned several moves from the Shadow Assassin with astonishing comprehension.

He couldn't even learn the ultimate move, Shadow Sword Dance.

This terrifying growth rate made Violent both envious and fearful.

He knew that soon, he would no longer be Killing's opponent, and this gap would only grow wider.

This made Violent, who prided himself on being the leader of the Little Devils, extremely anxious.

Since his Worm stage, he was the first Worm to achieve the hundred-win accomplishment in the arena, and also the first to receive the arena's reward and be promoted to Little Devil.

After being promoted, he never slacked off and had been diligently honing his skills.

Now, a newly born junior had caught up and was about to surpass him, which was difficult for him, who had always been arrogant, to accept.

After being a genius for so long, now having to realize his own mediocrity...

He couldn't do it!

"Do you know why you lost this time?"

Violent's tone was cold, habitually wanting to give pointers to the other party.

Killing replied as usual:

"Lack of strength and experience."

"No, you weren't ruthless enough!"

With that, Violent turned and left without waiting for Killing's reply.

Killing looked at Violent's still dripping hands and seemed to understand something.

Violent walked out of the fighting crowd and headed straight outwards.

Violent pushed his way out of the crowd of watching Little Devils, came to the connecting passage, and without any hesitation, leaped and disappeared into the darkness.

He didn't know why he wanted to leave here; he only knew he didn't want to be defeated by Killing under the eyes of everyone.

Not even once.

After a dizzying sensation, he landed in the fourth layer Desert Abyss.

The environment here was extremely harsh, with fierce winds carrying sandstorms sweeping in all directions.

Sand Beasts lurked beneath the sand layers, paying no mind to this strange Demon.

Violent wandered aimlessly in the desert but could never find a suitable opponent or someone to communicate with.

Soon after, he found the connecting passage again and continued exploring downwards.

The third layer of the Abyss was the area where Demons and Blood Bats resided, extremely vast in area.

As soon as Violent landed in it, he was attracted by the houses built by the Demons in the distance and flapped his wings, flying towards the Demons' gathering place.

On the way, some Demons also discovered this Little Devil, but they paid no attention.

It's the Abyss, after all; these demonic creatures were the normal residents.

Violent entered the gathering place under the surprised gazes of the Demons.

In the Demons' gathering place, the simple houses were full of novelty for Violent, who had never seen the world.

He walked into a stone house with an open door; inside, a Demon resembling a middle-aged woman was cooking Worms.

The strange tools and peculiar method deeply attracted Violent's attention.

These Demons could actually make monotonous Worms into something new; it smelled... quite fragrant.

The Demon watched the childlike Violent and did not drive him away, tacitly allowing him to watch.

Violent also didn't stay too long; there were too many novel things here.

He moved through the gathering place; the Demons' armor and weapons broadened his horizons.

Looking at those cold, gleaming weapons, he couldn't help but think of Killing's bone blades.

If he had a weapon, could he also unleash a powerful Shadow Blade Storm?

Just then, under a decaying large tree, a long sword emitting an eerie, malevolent aura attracted his attention.

Driven by curiosity, Violent cautiously walked forward, wanting to pull out the long sword.

And above the large tree, a middle-aged man was standing among the branches, looking up and gazing at the bloody sun in the sky, which emitted a blood-red light.

Within the bloody sun, a soul trapped in an ancient iron cage was suffering endless torment.

Lorraine's mournful cries repeatedly entered the man's ears, making him sigh involuntarily.

In the past, he harbored resentment towards Lorraine, who had indirectly caused his death.

But now, seeing Lorraine's soul suffering eternal torment within the bloody sun, his slight resentment had long since vanished like smoke.

Just then, the man discovered Violent's actions, and a strong Killing intent suddenly erupted from his body.

"Brat, do you want to die!"