An overwhelming sense of loss and despair struck Ziju Min. Nothing would change even if their forefather was present. Faced with an army of powerful demons, the ten forefathers combined didn’t amount to much. The demonic army wasn’t a threat that Myriad Abyss could resist.

How much damage had the demons done to the Divine Abyss Continent in the ancient times? Back then, the various domains on the continent had been at their peak, but still they’d failed to defeat the demons. The human victory had been a pyrrhic win.

If the demonic army invaded Myriad Abyss en masse, then not even the ten sacred lands...