On a scorched and scorching hill, two demons were fighting fiercely.
Of these two demons, one had a huge head, and the demon horns on its head were straight and sharp. It was good at using the collision method to attack the enemy, while the other had strong and developed hind limbs and was good at jumping. The two demons wanted to prey on each other at this time, and they had already killed until their eyes were red, causing the surrounding environment to be a mess.
The battle did not last long before the outcome was decided. The demon who was good at jumping saw the opportunity and jumped onto the big-headed demon's neck. Then he used his sharp teeth to bite the back of the neck, dealing a fatal blow to the big-headed demon.
Purple blood flowed out, and the victorious demon stepped on the enemy's corpse, letting out a wild howl.
Just as he lowered his head and was about to enjoy his prey, a black shadow suddenly rushed over from behind. The demon who was good at jumping was shocked and quickly turned over to dodge, but he did not expect the black shadow to bite his hind leg.
Only then did the demon see the appearance of the sneak attack. It was a three-headed hellhound. This hellhound looked very small, but the bite force of its three heads was extremely astonishing. After the demon was bitten, he desperately kicked his hind legs, trying to shake off the little hellhound. But no matter how he shook, the little hellhound followed him in the air and refused to let go.
The demon picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the little Cerberus. However, the Cerberus loosened its jaws at that moment and broke away from its hind leg. The demon couldn't retract his hand in time and the stone hit his leg instead.
The demon roared angrily and reached out to grab the hellhound, wanting to tear this little thing in half. However, he did not expect that before his hand could reach it, the hellhound's small mouth on one of its heads would spit out a gust of cold air. The cold air attacked his hand and almost froze his hand.
After spitting out the cold breath, the little hellhound jumped and flashed to the other side of the demon. Its three heads bit him three more times.
The demon cried out in pain. He got up and wanted to use his ability to jump out of the battlefield. But the leg that was bitten suddenly felt numb, and he could not use any strength at all, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
Seeing the demon fall to the ground, the Hell Dog excitedly rushed forward. However, it was careless this time. The fallen demon rolled on the ground and its arm lashed out, smashing into the Hell Dog's body. The Hell Dog let out a wretched howl as it was sent flying.
Although it was not injured, it was painful. The hellhound stood up and whimpered aggrievedly.
With its whimpers, a voice came from above. "Okay, okay. Fat Tiger, you've done very well!"
The injured demon's body stiffened. He looked up at the sky and saw an even taller demon flapping his wings and descending from above. He immediately realized that he might not be able to escape.
It was naturally Roy. When he landed, Fat Tiger wagged his tail happily and rubbed against Roy's feet.
These few days, Roy had been bringing him out to hunt to train Fat Tiger's combat skills. Fat Tiger was indeed worthy of being a hellhound. He fought fiercely, and he dared to charge at demons or monsters larger than him without hesitation. However, he was still in his infancy and could not kill prey alone most of the time.
Even so, the auxiliary combat ability that Fat Tiger displayed was amazing. He was already a qualified hound.
Roy squatted down and rubbed Fat Tiger's head as a compliment. Then he walked forward, grabbed the injured demon's two hind legs, and smashed him to the ground twice, immediately killing the demon.
Together with the big-headed demon not far away, Roy harvested two prey at once. After their souls left their bodies, Roy put away one of them and gave the remaining one to Fat Tiger.
This was what Roy had discovered while training Fat Tiger in the past few days. Although he was a custom-made creature and not a demon, perhaps because Fat Tiger was also a creature created by souls, he could devour souls like demons. Moreover, every time he devoured a soul, he would grow a little bigger.
The current Fat Tiger was no longer a ten-centimeter puppy. His body had grown to about forty centimeters, and the muscles on his body were gradually becoming stronger. His pouncing and biting attacks were starting to have some power, and his strength and speed attributes naturally increased. However … he still looked like a little fatty!
While Fat Tiger was devouring souls, Roy collected some charred dead wood from around, piled them together, and called out to Fat Tiger.
Fat Tiger ran over eagerly. One of his heads opened its mouth and spat out a flame on the dead wood, immediately igniting the fire. Using the fire, Roy began to roast the meat.
Ever since he had Fat Tiger, Roy had been eating cooked food at all times these days. This was an unexpected gain. If it were in the past, he would have had to go to the magma river to get fire seeds. Now, he only needed to call out, and Fat Tiger would immediately turn into a lighter.
He gave some of the roasted demon meat to Fat Tiger. Fat Tiger's three heads howled at Roy to express their gratitude before burying their heads in the food.
According to Roy's estimation, if Fat Tiger ate and ate souls every day and continued to grow, it might not take long for him to reach Roy's initial setting.
Roy's expectation for Fat Tiger was to be a combat pet. After he gradually mastered some combat skills, Roy was already thinking of letting Fat Tiger fight together with him.
It was rare to see a demon and a dog working together like this in the upper Abyss because many demons were lone wolves and did not trust other demons at all. Therefore, it was foreseeable that demons encountering Roy and Fat Tiger would be unlucky in the future …
In the past few days, although Roy had been training Fat Tiger, he did not stop exploring. He had already abandoned the lair he found last time, and their current location was already very far away from that lair.
Even the upper Abyss was very vast. Roy's exploration behavior was actually very unusual among low-rank demons. If demons had the strength, they would usually mark out an area as their territory and then hunt and hunt in this territory. They would not migrate unless they were expelled by stronger demons.
The result of Roy's actions often led to him entering the territory of other demons and being attacked. But now that he had Bloodlust and Fat Tiger as a helper, Roy was not worried at all. Along the way, he killed all the demons who provoked him, including some powerful top-low-rank demons.
Roy was now rarely encountering opponents among low-rank demons. Unless it was someone who was too large, Roy did not need to take a detour …
Along the way, Roy naturally gained something. He had found three places with Gates of the Abyss magic formation altars. Unlike what Roy imagined, these altars did not necessarily exist inside extinct volcanoes, and some were placed in the open wilderness.
The three altars he found undoubtedly covered a large area nearby. As long as the altars existed, the demons and monsters living nearby would run to them from time to time and then respond to the summons through the Gates of the Abyss.
Although he did not know who had set up these altars, he guessed that the true function of these altars was not just to let demons go to other worlds. It was more likely that they were set up for war because these altars were like base stations and signal towers. As long as the altars sent out a signal, the nearby demons could receive it …
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