This is the Bottomless Abyss, and these are the demon lords of the Bottomless Abyss.

For survival, for their own interests, they would stop at nothing.

The Ghoul King picked up a goat’s head evil emblem and toyed with it for a long time, but eventually and slowly put it back without whispering to it.

That is the evil emblem of the Undead Monarch Orcus.

It’s not that the Ghoul King has any special feelings towards him; rather, his involvement would make situations too complex, making the Jackalweres King’s temperament even more unpredictable, steering matters in a disadvantageous direction for himself.

What if the Jackalweres King harbors a thought of rather completely destroying than allowing himself to return to the embrace of the Undead Monarch?

But even if he doesn’t transmit the message, it’s believed that it won’t be long before his attention will be directed here.

After all, the upcoming eruption is no longer the plane turbulence of the Bone Plane itself but will involve at least four planar wars.

Even in the Bottomless Abyss, such scale of war is no small war; its size is second only to the Endless Blood War—a millennium-long war maintained by the Bottomless Abyss and The Nine Hells, each time deploying demons and devils in astronomical numbers (in billions), and the flowing blood can taint and poison the earth, with the air filled with the sweet reek of blood.

It is even possible that the other’s gaze has always been focused here, but due to some unknown reason or interest consideration, they have not chosen to intervene.

Never underestimate the strength and wisdom of a seasoned demon lord.

As his follower, the Ghoul King is even more aware of his strength, which despite just recently resurfacing, makes the Jackalweres King extremely wary.

This is evident from the actions of the Jackalweres King.

Just as the true form of the Ghoul King returns to the Court of the Lost Souls, with the new Ghoul Army not yet fully recruited, the Jackalwere Army of the Jackalweres King has already congregated at the Howling Peaks, majestic in scale, no less than when he dispatched troops to conquer the White Kingdom.

Yenogu’s Siege also departed from its original route, slowly sailing into the Howling Peaks, only halting when reaching the deepest part, its war horn blaring incessantly, countless Jackalweres, hyenas, and beastkin gathered around Yenogu’s Siege.

When Yenogu’s Siege slowly reached the very center of the Howling Peaks, it had already transformed into an ocean of Jackalweres, with incessant howls everywhere, filled with their beastly and greedy eyes, filled with their tawny shadows.

Perched atop the throne, the Jackalweres King, proud and satisfied, raised his divine artifact, the Tri-headed Flail high, and roared: "If anyone dares to spy on my sacred domain, what should we do?"

"Tear him apart!" the cries and howls of the Jackalweres resonated through the heavens and filled every corner of the Howling Peaks.

"If anyone dares challenge my authority, what should we do?"

"Eat him!"

"Find him now, tear him apart, eat him!"

The Tri-headed Flail suddenly grew larger, turning into a large two-handed weapon, and the Jackalweres King slammed it heavily into the ground, infusing a terrifying divine power into Yenogu’s Siege.

Immediately, countless twisted and evil demon runes lit up on Yenogu’s Siege.

It was like a switch being activated, spreading towards the four directions of the Howling Peaks, illuminating each craggy peak.

If a single peak is isolated, this scene is very bizarre, but if it’s placed in the entire Howling Peaks, it’s a complete whole.

This is undeniably a massive magic array based on mountain peaks, and the entire Howling Peaks is one.

Once the magical glow faded away, it seemed as if nothing had happened, yet something seemed to fundamentally change.

Looking up, one could finally discern the problem’s nature.

The position of the Howling Peaks had been swapped; they were now not in Yenogu’s Realm, but located in the Plains of Bone, while what took their place were the skeletal shadows of the Howling Peaks originally from the Plains of Bone.

This wasn’t the handiwork of the Jackalweres King, as he didn’t possess such capability; he was merely the heir.

This unique planar transmission array was the masterpiece of the former demon lord, Storm Lord Bachard of the 422nd layer; he was a powerful Obris demon lord who once simultaneously ruled the 420th, 421st, 422nd, and 423rd layers, one more than Prince Ubar.

This planar transmission array was used by him as a means to enhance control over his domain; he once managed everything here flawlessly, particularly the weather.

Until he, like most Obris demon lords, was betrayed and sold out by the Tanar’ri demons, at the critical moment when a powerful Seraph Azar led a divine army in crusade against him, the Tanar’ri demons severed his connections with the plane.

Bachard fell like a stranded twisted whale on the 422nd layer, and until now he has yet to completely die.

Though he can’t move nor speak, he still retains parts of his once vast consciousness, laden with countless memories, secrets, and knowledge.

He is regarded as one of the greatest assets by Jackalweres King Yenogu, who annually makes long journeys to converse with the dying Obris demon lord, seeking to uncover the secrets of his dominion here.