Punk stood on the first level of the endless Abyss. He looked around carefully, making sure no demon would surprise attack him. Then, he used a small spell to clear away the icky red dust in the area.
Punk was feeling a bit drowsy, and a strong, dominating feeling was building up around him. As a trained mage, this situation was quite unusual for him. The only reason he could think of was that the Abyss was starting to affect him, no one would dare to underestimate this. This kind of seemingly insignificant and slow eroding of filth and chaos could completely change the mind of a creature unknowingly.
At his current level, if Punk stayed in this place for more than three months, even the mild influence of the first layer could drive him completely insane.
"I can't stay here for too long. "Punk made a serious face. He firmly decided that he would return within two hours, even if he didn't find anything valuable.
The density of demons in the first layer of Abyss was still relatively high. In less than ten minutes, Punk saw an Imp with red eyes flying over from the distance.
Imps were minion types demons with low levels of strength in the Abyss. They had a thin but spiky body, a mouthful of broken and irregular teeth, twisted and irregular limbs, and a pair of dry and tattered wings.
In the Endless Abyss, Imp was undoubtedly a small demon, but this small size was relative to those huge demons as the 8-feet-tall, 400-pound Imp could already be considered a giant monster for most humanoid races; even a transformed werewolf was a little more than eight feet.
However, even though this creature was quite large, most Fromages were only beginners in terms of strength, and their attack methods were pretty basic. They would basically just fly down and use their claws and mouths that had dark energy to attack. When facing an experienced mage like Punk, they couldn't even break through his basic defenses.
Generally, any sane creature would choose to flee when encountering an enemy that was absolutely impossible to defeat, but as a demon, an Imp didn't know what fear was, and it did not hesitate to pounce on Punk. There was no reason, no precaution, just the pure desire to battle.
Punk was a bit speechless. Looking at this absolutely insane Imp, he calmly threw a bottle of paralysis potion. With the system's adjustment of the track, the paralysis potion flew toward the Imp accurately. The Imp didn't even try to evade, and the bottle full of paralysis potion smashed into its body...
Then... there was no more then...
The Imp, which had been charging aggressively a moment ago, suddenly dropped from the sky. The apprentice-level paralysis potion made by an experienced mage was too strong for an apprentice-level demon to resist. Even after falling to the ground and not being able to move, it was trying hard to flex its muscles and act tough to show it was fierce. However, the intimidating effect of the twitching "big bat" on the ground was quite limited!
Punk calmly summoned an apprentice-level iron cage composed of magic and used the mage hand to throw the paralyzed Imp into the cage like a chicken. This prison was not that tough, but it was more than enough to hold an Imp who couldn't move.
The process of catching the demons was unexpectedly simple and easier than Punk imagined. He just strolled around for about an hour and caught four Imps, five spineless demon, and two fiends. These demons stuffed into a cage by Punk were either unconscious or paralyzed, but Punk knew that this would only work temporarily; because as soon as the effect of the potions were over, these guys would definitely launch endless attacks on the other prisoners around them, they would not even consider the problem of their escape. They would just attack everything they see indiscriminately!
When Punk saw that the cage was filled, even though it was an hour before the scheduled return time, he chose to head back. He had a strange feeling of danger, even if he couldn't tell if it was real or if the Abyss's influence was messing with his perception. Regardless, he had gathered enough materials and had no desire to explore this chaotic place any further.
Punk slowly turned around and started to walk towards the portal step by step. The soft footsteps made a footprint on the sandy ground. Seeing that the portal was already in front of him, Punk suddenly stopped...
He looked worried. The portal in front of him didn't look right, and there was something strange about it! What's more, if he remembered correctly, the path he had taken before didn't have so much sand. Even though there was a lot of sand in the Layer of Ten Thousand Entrances, it shouldn't have piled up this fast.
Without much hesitation, Punk stepped back quickly. He also quickly blessed himself with a well-practiced spell, "True vision," at the fastest speed. Just as Punk retreated, it was the portal that actually started to approach Punk at a rapid speed.
With the blessing of the "True vision", the portal that was originally glowing with different colors began to twist and deform, and the colorful soft streamer also became filthy scarlet, and at the same time, it started to exude a pungent stench!
In the end, the beautiful portal disappeared completely, replaced by a mouth full of scattered fangs. The owner of the mouth was now rushing towards Punk while making a tyrannical roar.
"Damn!"
Punk couldn't help but yell out. After casting the "True vision," he could see through the illusion around him. The real portal was some distance away from him, and the weird portal-like thing was actually the mouth of a demon that was now chasing him.
Punk, who had studied demon information carefully, instantly recognized it. The massive demon that ambushed him was an illusion demon called Glabrezu!
It had violet eyes and dark black skin. Its body was covered in menacing spiky things that offered good protection. It also had four sharp claws with dark energy around them. Its power was much greater than that of the Imps. The Glabrezu stood at a towering 15 feet tall and weighed 5,500 pounds. Even among demons, that's a pretty impressive size.
Looking at the huge demon rushing towards him, Punk blessed himself with a swiftness spell that accelerated his speed to the supersonic, and at the same time, he calmly recalled all the information about the Glabrezu from his memory.
Among the many demonic creatures, the illusion demon was a relatively different kind of existence. It liked to deceive its target rather than fight directly. But once their illusion failed, they would immediately launch a fierce and terrifying attack from anger.
Most of them would first approach the opponent to perform their "illusion techniques." The enemy hit by this talent spell would fall into a state of confusion and bewilderment, and then it usually used two types of hard-hitting attacks, "Hammer of Chaos" and "Filthy Strike," to kill their opponent.
"What a tricky enemy!"
Punk was already starting to regret his move of coming to the Endless Abyss, but now it was too late to reflect on his mistakes. He quickly avoided a bite and rolled on the sandy ground, then quickly widened the distance between him and the huge demon. The magical brilliance with two purple light spots in the middle was spinning at high speed in his eyes!