Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1188 The Surviving Demon of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils
Hiss... Is this the former Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils?!

After being separated from the shadowy spatial passage and violently blown into the boundless star realm by a bone-scraping gale, the two kings, Qing and Hong, who already knew the "fate" of the Ten Thousand Evil Abyss, couldn't help but gasp as they looked at the shattered and vast world before them.

As one of the most chaotic, violent, and largest planes in the Old Lands, the original Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils, just like its name, was formed by the compression and stacking of a total of one hundred thousand small worlds inhabited by countless demons.

Similar to the Dream Abyss, the source of all dreams, the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils, being the source of "evil" and "chaos," is itself the epitome of evil and chaos, the inevitable destination for all those who are "evil" and "disorderly."

In this place, which can be described as the "garbage dump" of the entire old land, things are naturally not very pleasant... Rotting corpses cover the fields, bones pile up into mountains, worms gather into islands, and flesh and blood form swamps.

Numerous demons, born from endless evil and feeding on ever-present sin, swarm around the brutally piled-up, hideous nest like swarms of bony wasps, howling as they engage in an endless battle from birth to death.

The losers in the battle will become food, eventually turning into part of the flesh and blood on the ground. The victors, covered in wounds, will proudly raise their heads and roar, and in the next battle, they too will become debris and dust, mingling with the previous losers, turning into a black and purple carpet of flesh and blood that spreads further and further away...

But all of that is in the past.

"Should we just leave?"

Gazing at the world, now shattered into countless floating fragments, resembling a vast, lifeless ruin, the thrush hesitated before asking:
"The original inhabitants here were killed by the [Father] long ago, and the original Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils has been shattered like this. Even if the God of Food came, he wouldn't be able to do anything, right?"

"Wait a minute."

After waving to the thrush not to rush, the Celestial Cicada opened its five eyes, coldly surveying the countless isolated fragments in the astral plane, and then couldn't help but frown and say:
"Let's stay and see. Something seems to have happened here. There are quite a few surviving demons, much more than I expected."

A surviving demon?
After hearing what the All-Knowing Cicada said, the raven and the Crimson King were slightly taken aback.

Before them, in this unimaginably vast "graveyard," fragments of shattered mountains and plains of obsidian lava lay scattered chaotically in the cold, sticky void, like canvases carelessly torn and discarded by giants.

On those broken, isolated islands that collide, squeeze, and collapse with each other, there is no sign of any living creature. And after being freed from the constraints of the earth, the sulfurous ocean, carrying a strange, fleshy stench, flows and splashes in the void, emitting large swaths of sour, rotten, and thick yellow stench.

Every breath in this place felt like swallowing coarse sand and acid mixed with blood. Even the light from the distant blood-red sun was reduced to a lifeless bluish-white glow by the obstruction and blockage of the sulfuric acid ocean.

But even this pitifully faint glimmer of light was fragmented and torn apart by the countless floating debris around it, turning into chaotic and morbid afterglow that gilded everything in sight with a twilight symbolizing destruction and death...

The Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils has already been destroyed like this, how could there still be a large number of demons surviving?
"Yes, my eyes never make mistakes."

Pointing to his dark blue eyeball between his brows, Wanwu Tianchan squinted and explained:
"Even that mermaid in the Abyss Realm could maintain the Abyss Realm for so many years after being killed by [Father], so the ruler of the Ten Thousand Evil Abyss can certainly do the same!"

"But isn't the ruler of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils a demon?"

Looking at the lifeless world before him, the Crimson King couldn't help but ask:

"The mermaid in the Abyss did this to protect her last remaining kin. But would the ruler of the Ten Thousand Evils Abyss, who is born a demon, regard those demons who live only a day and die as his own?" The answer is definitely no. After all, if demons had such sentiments, they wouldn't be demons in the first place.

"But my eyes don't make mistakes!"

Somewhat reluctant to refute the Crimson King's words, but having indeed seen something, the All-Knowing Cicada spoke up, insisting:

"This may not have been done by the ruler of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils, but I did sense the life force of many demons in those floating wreckages. Just from what I saw just now, there were at least nearly ten thousand demons still alive."

There are nearly 10,000 demons in this area alone?

Upon hearing this, the Crimson King frowned. As one of the largest planes in the Old Lands, the fragments of the shattered Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils were scattered everywhere, and the area they covered was probably hundreds of times larger than what was in front of them.

If the fragments in other places are in the same situation, then the number of demons that survived in the entire Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils must be extremely considerable, probably not even in the millions!
"So how exactly did these demons survive?"

Looking at the world before him—which was less "unsuitable for survival" and more a veritable graveyard settlement—the Crimson King couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"To ensure their survival in this environment, at the very least, someone who understands the root of the problem would be able to do it. Even if the ruler of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils still has spare power, he certainly wouldn't be willing to spend it on these demons. So who exactly is protecting them?"

"I don't know, but it's certain that a ruler has made a move."

After shaking its head, the Heavenly Cicada of All Things led the other two pillar gods towards a pile of wreckage, deducing as it flew:

"These demons who survived the plane collision are undoubtedly the elite of the elite, and would be a rare treasure for any ruler other than the [Father]."

Therefore, aside from the Pure White Land, which is hostile to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils and where every encounter is a fight to the death, the ruler of any other plane is a suspect. And whoever did it, we can find out by grabbing a demon and asking them... There's a group of demons in that cliff over there, let's drag them out!"

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, the Crimson King responded and then, following the direction indicated by the Celestial Cicada, extended his finger towards a cliff submerged in a sea of ​​sulfuric acid.

Immediately afterwards, countless red blood lines, invisible to the naked eye, spread out from the cave within the cliff and wrapped around the tips of the Crimson King's fingers one by one.

After rubbing the bloodline with his thumb to confirm there was nothing wrong, the Crimson King suddenly hooked his index finger, and thousands of angels screamed as they were pulled out of the cave from the broken cliff.

Wait! An angel?!

(End of this chapter)