Chapter 1200

Boom!

The two forces collided.

Lin Yan's position remained unchanged, while the colossal body of the Fallen God-Lord retreated two steps with a scraping sound.

Seeing this, several God-Lords atop Demon Mountain all stiffened in expression.

Clearly, these God-Lords knew the Fallen God-Lord's strength!

The Fallen God-Lord's face darkened, his eyes flickering with dangerous light.

But in the end, he abandoned Lin Yan and turned toward another God-Lord seated on a throne.

The two God-Lords, both equivalent to Law Lords, erupted into another massive battle.

Just half a minute later, the Fallen God-Lord seized that seat, while the original occupant chose to stand elsewhere.

"He's even stronger than the Fallen God-Lord!"

Seeing this, the God-Lord Lin Yan had thrown off the mountain grew dark with gloom.

Now, excluding Lin Yan, there were fourteen God-Lords equivalent to Law Lords.

The aura radiating from so many powerful God-Lords equivalent to Law Lords shook heaven and earth!

Beneath the pressure of these God-Lords' auras, the demons below fell silent.

Yet, clearly, there were more than fourteen God-Lords in the Abyss.

One after another, more God-Lords arrived.

One day later, a total of eighteen God-Lords had arrived—excluding Lin Yan!

Though these God-Lords were equivalent to Law Lords, Law Lords varied in strength, and so did God-Lords.

The later-arriving God-Lords either sought to claim a throne or silently stood aside—but none dared challenge Lin Yan's seat.

Clearly, these God-Lords had already cast their gaze before arriving, witnessing Lin Yan's battle with the Fallen God-Lord!

After the eighteen God-Lords equivalent to Law Lords arrived, no more God-Lords descended.

These eighteen God-Lords: eleven sat, seven stood.

The Abyss contained so many powerful beings equivalent to Law Lords.

But it was unknown whether all the God-Lords were present here!

The God-Lords did not converse with one another; they all waited patiently.

Below, the countless demons also ceased their struggle for seats and fell silent.

The entire Demon Mountain grew eerily still.

Boom!

Demon Mountain trembled.

Immediately, all the demons felt a terrifying, heart-stopping aura.

"The Will of a Godhead is descending!"

Instantly, every demon held their breath!

Even the God-Emperors of the fourth tier and the God-Lords equivalent to Law Lords atop the mountain snapped to full attention.

Lin Yan's face remained expressionless, yet his focus was razor-sharp.

This was not Lin Yan's first encounter with a Godhead-level entity.

But last time, the Goddess of Life had come with goodwill.

This time, the descending Godhead Will belonged to an evil Abyssal God.

Whether evil or not, Lin Yan did not care; what he cared about was whether he would be recognized.

Of course, Lin Yan had come only because he had absolute confidence.

Boom!

Demon Mountain shuddered again.

"I wonder which Godhead will appear this time," muttered a demon.

No sooner had the words left its mouth than the mountain trembled once more—and a vast, evil will descended, suffocating every Abyssal demon!

All Abyssal demons bowed their heads, daring not to gaze upon the Godhead's Will.

Lin Yan's gaze remained level—he did not even lift his eyes to the sky.

Above, if one looked with the eyes, only a thick mass of energy clouds could be seen.

Within that cloud lay the Godhead's Will.

"Who is it?" Lin Yan wondered.

Lin Yan did not know how many Godheads dwelled in the Abyss, but he knew there were more than one.

This Godhead's aura was obscure and elusive; merely the descent of its Will carried astonishing pressure.

In truth, not only Lin Yan was curious—all Abyssal demons wondered which Godhead had sent its Will.

The main deity's aura was obscure and inscrutable; merely the descent of its will carried an astonishingly immense pressure.

At once, a thunderous voice echoed in the minds of every demon on Demon Mountain.

Dimitfer!

Lin Yan now knew the identity of the Abyssal Godhead whose Will had descended!

For Dimitfer was infamous throughout the Abyss; many demons had heard of his renown!

The Lord of Conspiracy, Dimitfer!

He was the most cunning, deceitful being in the entire Abyss.

The master of conspiracy, Dimitfer!

He is the being most skilled in treachery and deceit within the entire Abyss!

And Lin Yan finally confirmed that he had not been identified!

The disguise of the Celestial Deities was ultimately just a disguise, but Lin Yan possessed two powers—after switching, it was no longer a disguise.

What Lin Yan now possessed was the true, authentic Chaotic Divine Power, belonging only to the Abyssal Demon Gods!

"You… fight… for me!"

Immediately after, the immense voice of the Lord of Conspiracy, Dimitriel, rang out once more.

After this voice sounded, a vision appeared before every Abyssal Demon God!

In that vision, the sky held a demon god with an icy, stern face, holding a blood-red longsword, pointing toward the radiant Celestial Realm.

Behind him stood an endless army of demons!

"This time, the Abyss's target is the Celestial Realm!"

Lin Yan now knew the Abyss's target this time!

In truth, there was no need to guess—the Abyss's wars were always directed at the Celestial Realm!

Then the vision moved: the demon god wielding the blood-red longsword charged ahead into the Celestial Realm, and beneath his blade, countless Celestial Deities fell, and countless divine realms were split open.

"Rasoya!"

At that moment, Lin Yan heard a low exclamation from beside him!

Rasoya!

Who is that?

Lin Yan continued watching.

The demon god wielding the blood-red longsword was extraordinarily fierce; the number of Celestial Deities slain by his hand was beyond counting.

This entire vision was a battle scene, seemingly focused solely on that powerful demon god named Rasoya!

According to Lin Yan's estimation, this Rasoya was at least as powerful as a Lord of Law!

Perhaps even stronger!

"Rasoya… slew countless deities… appointed commander… all demon gods, obey his command!"

The voice of the Lord of Conspiracy, Dimitriel, rang out again.

Then all the visions retracted, and every demon god saw that where the vision had vanished, stood a powerful demon god clad in bloodstained armor!

Rasoya!

He seemed to have stepped directly from that vision onto the Mountain of Demons!

After Rasoya emerged, the will of the Lord of Conspiracy, Dimitriel, ceased all fluctuations—no more words, no more movements; no one knew whether its will had left the Mountain of Demons.

Rasoya, wielding the blood-red longsword, hovered above all the Demon Lords, speaking in a voice devoid of emotion:

"Who among you shall open a passage to the Dark Abyssal Prison?"

Below, the eighteen Demon Lords, each equal in power to a Lord of Law, remained silent.