The displeasure in his heart quickly dissipated amidst the relentless slaughter.
Bathed in his opponents' blood, Olthagia felt the inherent joy of his demonic nature. Even as he sustained injuries himself, it did nothing to dampen his improving mood.
As a Demon, he naturally possessed immense vitality. As long as the wounds weren't fatal, copious amounts of flesh could solve any problem. And in this place, the one thing they didn't lack was corpses. Combined with his innate talent for Flesh Extraction, endless life energy continuously surged into him.
Though many of his wounds appeared severe, they healed almost instantly, as if he possessed a rudimentary version of immortality.
He wasn't alone in this regard—most other Demons shared similar traits, though their recovery efficiency paled in comparison to Olthagia's. Their primary method of harvesting life energy was through consumption.
At its core, this was no different from raising gu—survival of the fittest, where the losers became dust.
The victors took everything, while the losers lost all.
Only the strong deserved to live; the weak existed solely to offer themselves as stepping stones for the strong.
Slaughter, plunder, grow stronger.
These three steps formed an unshakable truth within the Bottomless Abyss—an endless, unbreakable cycle.
Endless killing, endless plundering, endless strengthening. These three primal desires were etched deep into the soul of every Abyssal creature. To them, this was the greatest principle, the sole criterion for success. Everything else was secondary.
Compared to these minor skirmishes in the Wailing Forest, the Blood War—the eternal conflict that had raged since the division of Order and Chaos—was the ultimate manifestation of this truth.
In Olthagia's inherited memories, any being could participate in the Blood War. There, regardless of method, killing another existence granted a portion of their power. No prerequisites, no restrictions—just endless slaughter leading to endless growth.
Exploiting weaknesses, slaying those far stronger, ascending to greatness in a single step—all were commonplace.
Humans, Demons, Angels, Gods, Starspawn, even machines—there were no restrictions based on origin. All were equal.
It didn't matter if you wielded a blade or descended in a starship.
Motives and methods were irrelevant. Once you entered, your sole purpose was to kill everything around you.
There, lives perished by the countless trillions, only to be replaced by countless trillions more—ceaselessly, endlessly.
It was the greatest meat grinder in the entire Multiverse.
Compared to that, the Wailing Forest was practically a playground. The intensity of battle here didn't even qualify as a warm-up.
Though he had no immediate plans to seek death in the Blood War, as a Demon, Olthagia couldn't help but yearn for it.
To a Demon, the Blood War represented the ideal—the greatest battlefield in the Multiverse. Just the thought of it stirred excitement.
As he fought and let his mind wander, a faint ripple passed through the clouds above. Olthagia recognized it instantly.
Because that was the precursor to the descent of the [Gift of Souls], signaling that the battle was about to reach its climax.
Numerous flying demonic creatures began to ascend rapidly, attempting to seize the [Gift of Souls] as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, the land-bound creatures that couldn't fly started launching indiscriminate attacks into the sky, just as Olthagia had witnessed the last time.
The creatures in the air and those on the ground abandoned their previous adversaries, attacking indiscriminately at the sky or the earth—an exact replica of the last event, with no difference whatsoever.
The only distinction was that last time, Olthagia had stood on the ground, barely belonging to the land faction, whereas this time, he had taken to the skies, aligning himself with the aerial forces. To him, such classifications were meaningless—everyone was still fighting for themselves, with no clear lines between friend or foe.
Shifting his body a few meters to evade an attack that nearly struck him, Olthagia stroked his chin and observed the increasingly chaotic battlefield. He muttered to himself, "Since the rage has been vented enough, it's time to get down to business..."
Crimson [Blood Flame] spontaneously ignited across his body, gathering above his head to form a massive fireball hundreds of meters in diameter. Watching the roiling flames within, Olthagia raised his hands and clenched them forcefully, causing the fireball to explode instantly.
A wave of scarlet flames surged outward, descending from the sky like a flowing cloud of fire!
Gazing at the demonic creatures below scrambling for the [Gift of Souls], a sinister grin curled at the corners of Olthagia's lips. Compared to the so-called [Gift of Souls], these gathered creatures were his best choice.
His time in the [Wailing Forest] was nearing its limit, and soon he would be expelled to other layers of the [Abyss]. Finding so many demonic creatures—whose strength at most matched his own—would be far more difficult in the future. Thus, the most urgent task was to harvest them, seizing as many [Evolution Points] as possible.
Facing his assault, the creatures on the ground were not defenseless. A variety of [Spells] were unleashed, targeting both Olthagia and the descending firestorm.
Watching the thousands of attacks rapidly closing in on him, Olthagia showed no trace of panic. His mind automatically calculated the optimal evasion route, effortlessly dodging each one.
Then, by analyzing the energy intensity of those counterattacks, he determined which area offered the weakest resistance—indicating the most vulnerable zone, which would become his primary target.
Soon, he reached his conclusion.
With a powerful flap of his wings, he began a rapid dive, descending with overwhelming momentum like a flaming spear from the heavens.
His target was a [Low-Rank Demon]—the strongest in the vicinity. Eliminating it first was the priority!
The demon, previously locked in combat with its kin, sensed Olthagia's undisguised hostility and the thunderous approach. Its expression twisted in alarm.
A crystal of ice materialized before its head, expanding into a thick shield that hovered overhead.
Boom!
In an instant, the severely excessive impact force shattered the ice shield's levitation ability, sending it crashing down like a massive tombstone, carrying the momentum straight toward the opponent.
Faced with this situation, the opponent immediately raised both hands, attempting to forcibly block it.
But the moment his arms made contact with the ice shield, he clearly felt an overwhelming force surging from it.
His arms, which had been trying to resist the attack, were shattered under that power before they could even put up the slightest effective resistance.
Despair instantly flooded his heart.
BOOM!
Amidst a cloud of stirred dust, the spot where the opponent had stood was instantly crushed into a bowl-shaped crater over ten meters deep. Meanwhile, all the demonic creatures within a radius of dozens of meters around him were sent flying.
Standing atop the shattered ice shield, Olthagia watched as blood seeped out from beneath it. His tail ignited with flames, piercing downward to extract all the essence from the mangled remains below.
Standing in the deep crater, sensing the energy fluctuations slowly closing in around him, Olthagia knew they were here to scavenge.
A trace of disdain flickered across his face: "The ones in the sky are too agile. But these ground-dwelling fools, packed together like this, are much easier to deal with..."
The next moment, flames surged violently in his hand, extending into a fiery spear nearly five meters long.
With a slight twist of his waist and a burst of force from his shoulder, the spear was hurled forward.
It met no resistance, plunging straight into the earth before Olthagia.
After traveling a short distance, it struck its target!
BOOM!
Dirt and shredded corpses exploded outward as several demonic creatures attempting to burrow through the ground were instantly obliterated.
Leaping lightly out of the crater, Olthagia flicked a fireball at the nearest Lesser Demon, cleanly incinerating it.
The next instant, waves of flames expanded outward from him, forming a fiery domain that engulfed the surrounding dozens of meters.
Within this range—whether demonic creatures, soil, or plants—everything that touched the Blood Flame began to burn violently under its power.
No matter how desperately they churned the Demonic Power within their bodies, they couldn't extinguish the flames devouring their lives.
By now, those flames had become Olthagia's tendrils, allowing him to freely transmit his power and violently suppress any resistance.
Unlike ordinary creatures from other worlds, which could be effortlessly reduced to ashes just by being exposed to the Blood Flame, the demonic creatures of the Bottomless Abyss possessed high energy resistance and extreme vitality. Scattered power alone couldn't kill them.
So Olthagia chose to concentrate his power within a limited range, continuously intensifying the Blood Flame's potency.
While it might not instantly incinerate Low-Rank Demon-level creatures, Lesser Demons and the like would be burned to bone ash within seconds upon contact, becoming Evolution Points for Olthagia.
Bullying the weak—
That was essentially what Olthagia was doing now.
Picking the softest targets!
Considering that even a single Lesser Demon was worth at least triple-digit Evolution Points, the sheer numbers covering the mountains and fields made Olthagia's heart race with greed.
Compared to the more intelligent [Low-Rank Demons] who could weigh gains and losses, these [Lesser Demons] with intellect closer to wild beasts were undoubtedly easier to deal with.
As for whether bullying mentally challenged creatures would be shameful—that wasn't even a consideration.
After all, Demons didn't possess emotions like shame.
Slaughtering the weak and backstabbing the strong had always been their proud tradition.
Once his domain was fully constructed, Olthagia immediately began moving relentlessly, charging toward the nearby Demonic Creatures.
Faced with his mobile crematorium-style assault!
Naturally, those Demonic Creatures didn't just wait to be slaughtered—some fought back, while others tried to flee.
Though they couldn't pose any real threat to him, they still significantly slowed his efficiency, which left him somewhat annoyed but helpless.
And so began the game of chase—catch you, and you die on the spot.