This drives him to seek more strength to survive in this cruel and dangerous world.

In the world of demons, there exists a set of unwritten yet soul-searing rules.

Generally, newly born demons, even with an endless desire for power within, absolutely avoid attempting to acquire other demons’ eggshells.

This is because there is a natural limit within their souls, like those before them, seemingly an invisible shackle.

This binds them, making them hesitant to easily seize other demons’ eggs.

However, for Lis, these so-called rules and limitations are meaningless.

He is inherently not one to adhere to rules.

Without his original strength, he understands even more that in this Endless Abyss where the weak are prey, only by becoming stronger can one control their own destiny.

A trace of determination flashes in his eyes, he reaches out his hand again, without hesitation, aiming fiercely at the demon egg beside him. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Bang!

A dull sound rings out on the silent banks of the Nether River, a fine crack appears instantly on the demon egg.

The crack spreads rapidly to the surroundings like a spider web.

Lis, noticing this, feels a spark of excitement in his eyes, and without pausing, strikes several times more.

Every strike is accompanied by a dull sound, like the wails of demons.

Finally, under Lis’s relentless attack, the demon egg shatters completely, fragments scattering everywhere.

And the demon embryo not yet fully formed inside doesn’t even have time to cry out before it dies instantly.

Their bodies turn into a mass of black smoke, dissipating into the air.

Lis doesn’t even glance at the dead demon embryo, his gaze is fixed intently on those shattered eggshells.

The eggshells, though broken, still emit a mysterious and alluring aura, as if conveying to him the strength contained within.

Impatiently, he opens his mouth wide and starts swallowing voraciously.

The texture of the eggshell is hard and coarse, giving a crunching sound as Lis chews them.

But along with his continuous swallowing, a stream of warmth flows into his throat and quickly spreads throughout his body.

He can clearly feel his body gradually strengthening.

Just like before, his originally weak limbs become sturdy and powerful, his skin tougher, as if clad in a layer of invisible armor.

Lis is not satisfied with the power boost from just this one demon egg.

He moves like a tireless warrior, continuing to search along the banks of the Nether River for his next target.

His figure threads through the densely packed demon eggs, every action shattering yet another demon egg.

Soon, a series of broken demon eggs appear along the banks of the Nether River?

The shattered eggshells and dead demon embryos lie scattered, forming a shocking picture.

However, this seemingly astounding destruction counts as nothing compared to the countless demon eggs along the riverbank.

On the banks of the Nether River, demon eggs are as densely spread as stars, stretching endlessly at a glance.

Even though Lis has shattered quite a few demon eggs, in this vast number, his destruction is but a drop in the ocean, unable to have any substantial impact on the overall situation.

As time progresses, Lis continues exploring this ocean of demon eggs.

Also, demons living here cannot fight among themselves.

This is an instinctual canon among demons, which the chaotic-minded young demons never violate.

But there are exceptions.

For those demons who are considerably more powerful, the restrictive power of such canons weakens significantly.

Many demons consider Abyss Worms, such young demons as food.

After all, for demons, there’s no such notion as kin.

So such occurrences happen often.

Nevertheless, the number of young demons born along the banks of the Nether River is simply too many.

The deaths of those mean little.

But for Lis, this canon resembling a hint holds no sway over him now.

After all, even a trace of Soul Power hints at unimaginable Willpower.

Slowly, Lis surveys his surroundings, where countless demon eggs are densely arranged across his vision.

These eggshells show a dark hue, covered with eerie and twisted patterns on the surface, seemingly an embodiment of some evil power.

They sit tightly nestled together, faintly exuding the aura of life.

Staring at these demon eggs, Lis’s throat involuntarily rolls once, and a trickle of saliva uncontrollably slips from the corner of his mouth.

He quickly stretches out his small hand, hastily wiping it off.

This wasn’t an intentional lapse of self-control, but stemmed from the deep-seated instinctual urge and intense desire of his demon body.

Even though his current demon form remains very weak, akin to a newborn beast fragile as can be.

Yet the demonic greed and pursuit for power, like a blazing flame, burns fiercely within him.