"How about the army? Are they ready?" Nyxalos asked.
"No, just about 30 percent; that damn vermin seem to know all our plans," Drekthar said, gritting his teeth.
"Tsk, we can only wait and patiently consume these parasites..." Zalthor, the monarch of Corruption, clicked his tongue in anger.
The parasites they were talking about were the beings of the Etherium realm, eroding their 'ship.'
Because they couldn't go to any other place besides the source layer, they couldn't wipe out these parasites.
If they went to a part of the abyss with a lower amount of abyss energy, their strength would be correspondingly lower.
Such a thing was not a problem, as a monarch killing a few tier 9 individuals is just a flick of their finger.
Unfortunately, there was an anomaly called 'Malgron.'
That vermin had an ultimate physique that scared them, huddling in a corner.
