Chapter 1400: Battle Merit Stele

Above the Stonewall Fortress, the battle intensified further.

After the Demon Lords gathered and speculated, even these utterly evil, fearlessly defiant Demon Lords, who normally defied heaven and earth, could not help but feel a sense of admiration for Lin Yan!

Though each of these Demon Lords was wildly temperamental, they knew full well how powerful Rasoya, the master of the Killing Dao, truly was!

He was the strongest Demon Lord beneath the Primordial Gods in the entire Abyss!

Even Kexol, in his current state, was no match for Rasoya!

He could even hold his own against a Primordial God for a short time!

Rasoya was the internally designated next Killing Primordial God by the Abyssal Primordial Gods, and received their extra attention.

In moments of crisis, all Rasoya needed to do was utter four words, and the Lord of Conspiracy would descend to aid him in defeating his foes.

But…

Months ago, in the Dark Abyss Prison, an entire advance team of dozens of Demon Lords was wiped out in an instant!

Even Rasoya did not escape death!

This was terrifying!

In subsequent investigations, some Demon Lords suspected that the opponent had deliberately lured Rasoya down to hunt him.

Hunting Rasoya—as if he were prey!

This was tantamount to stirring up trouble right under the Primordial Gods' noses.

And it happened inside the Dark Abyss Prison!

Even a Primordial God from the Heavenly Realm could not possibly have accomplished this!

Moreover, Heavenly Realm Primordial Gods would never venture deep into the Dark Abyss Prison.

Thus, over these past months, countless Demon Lords had speculated: who was responsible?

Until now, these Demon Lords had deduced that it was almost certainly Lin Yan.

At this moment, all the Demon Lords were stunned.

After their shock came a realization: no wonder he could withstand immense pressure, defeat countless enemies, and ascend to the Primordial God throne with an invincible aura!

"Thankfully, the Flame Primordial God has already become a Primordial God—we don't need to face him!"

One Demon Lord exclaimed in relief.

"Indeed!"

Another Demon Lord added.

Though it was only speculation, the implication was terrifying.

It was easy to imagine that if the Flame Primordial God had not become a Primordial God, facing such an enemy would have robbed them of even the courage to fight!

"Look! That flame has appeared again!"

At that moment, one Demon Lord pointed in a direction.

The other Demon Lords turned to see—above the Stonewall Fortress, beside two fourth-tier deities locked in combat, a burst of flame suddenly erupted!

"Aaaah! What kind of flame is this?!"

A fourth-tier Demon Lord engulfed in flames was bewildered.

Just moments ago, he had been battling another fourth-tier deity; their clash was fierce, yet evenly matched.

Their battlefield had shifted repeatedly, and just now, it had moved near several third-tier deities.

The fourth-tier Demon Lord casually swept his hand, like a mortal swatting away mosquitoes, clearing the area around him.

Of course, that idle sweep was a death sentence for those third-tier deities!

But so what? It wasn't his own death sentence!

In such a battlefield, clashes between powerful deities inevitably ensnared weaker ones.

In fact, most casualties among weaker deities were not caused by enemies of their own tier.

They were collateral damage from the clashes of the powerful!

After his sweep, the fourth-tier Demon Lord paid it no mind.

Who knew that those third-tier deities suddenly summoned flames from nowhere—flames that not only nullified his casual strike, but also spread and engulfed him, making him scream in agony!

Across from him, the fourth-tier Heavenly Realm deity seized the opportunity and struck—finally eliminating the fourth-tier Demon Lord.

This was the second fourth-tier Demon Lord to fall!

And the war had only just reached its seventh day!