In the Abyss First Layer, the demons were weak one after another.
Yet even in such an atmosphere of weakness, there still existed plunder and slaughter by the weaker on the weaker.
As a well-known pushover, the Rat Demon Clan was the best target for various nearby demon tribes to vent their frustrations.
Today, right now, the Pig headed Demons nearby were preparing to have a feast at the Rat man Clan's territory.
To them, it was as casual as not wanting to cook lunch and just going out to eat.
However, today seemed a bit different.
The Pig Head King saw from afar that the Rat Demon Clan's settlement had undergone an earth-shattering transformation.
The originally shabby and simple thatched huts had disappeared, replaced by a giant compound.
The Pig Head King had never seen such a strange complex of buildings and was momentarily dumbfounded.
