SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 424

Chapter 424: I am right here, bitches

The next couple of days slipped by in a strange lull, a silence that felt unnatural for a world as chaotic as Earth Online. In the light faction continent, cities and villages bustled as usual. Everyone went about their business as if nothing had happened.

As for Lotera City, players avoided the abyssal zone entirely.

No guild dared to stage another raid, no lone adventurer tested their luck. Word had spread too far, too fast. It wasn’t just difficult, it was a death trap.

The promise of treasures, rare mobs, and hidden quests normally would’ve been irresistible, but the sheer brutality of the place had burned itself into the collective memory of the player base.

Respawns were relentless, monsters were stronger than entire raid groups, and resources were nearly nonexistent. Entire parties had crawled back broken, some losing ten, twenty levels in the process. Others hadn’t crawled back at all. Even the greedy guilds, who lived and died on risk versus reward, made the same decision. Stay away.

And so, while other parts of the continent thrummed with activity, the abyssal zone stood silent, an untouched scar on the map.

Meanwhile, the dark faction continent was not nearly as silent. Damon recovered from the blood coral consumption soon enough and regained his consciousness. But he felt pretty weak and exhausted overall. He walked out, planning to take it easy the next couple of days, when a shocking sight awaited him.

In the distance, ten demonic auras ripped through the air. Their pressure rolled over the battlefield like a storm front, making even the ground tremble. Damon’s group was locked in combat, fighting desperately against the overwhelming tide.

Mark swung his fist like a juggernaut, his Titan bloodline roaring to life, while Kate’s staff shone crimson as her blood globes detonated one after another in brilliant arcs. Kaelthorn and Ellora were equally fierce, and it still wasn’t enough.

Even with the assistance of the merpeople, everyone was barely holding on.

The demons weren’t ordinary mobs. Each one towered like a nightmare with bulky frames and horns on their heads, their levels flashing 130. Their claws ripped through the air like scythes, and their howls carried pure malice.

Every strike from Damon’s allies chipped away at them, but it was clear the group was being pushed to its absolute limit. Damon’s gaze hardened. Something was not right. Everyone in his group was exceptional, to say the least. Just this much shouldn’t be enough to push them back. What was happening?

Then he saw it. The entire area was covered with huge craters of rotting blood and flesh. The whole forest was destroyed. There were broken horns, torn wings, claws, and all sorts of demon remains scattered around.

Damon immediately understood. This was not the first ten demons his group was fighting against. It looked like they had already carved through dozens, if not more. It wasn’t weakness that made his group falter. It was exhaustion. Anyone would get worn out if they were constantly in battle.

What was happening? Why were all of these demons suddenly rushing here?

Wait, where was Erin?

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