Chapter 742

This holy spirit couldn't help doubting his own eyes.

A third-tier deity!

He used every trick, even summoned demonic artifacts, yet couldn't touch the opponent at all—only to be instantly slaughtered in an extremely short time!

He didn't even manage to escape!

The shock in this holy spirit's heart was beyond measure!

Through the thread of faith, this holy spirit felt that above him, the deity's gaze was also watching this great battle.

This battle shook the deity behind him just as profoundly as it shook him.

His deity was merely a low-rank second-tier god.

He couldn't even compare to Star God Hulington.

But now, this low-rank second-tier god had personally witnessed three second-tier gods far superior to himself, plus a third-tier deity, all killed by the same god in an extremely short time!

This second-tier god would likely feel that "the Heavenly Realm is far too dangerous."

In fact, the shock wasn't limited to them.

The holy spirits surrounding them, and the deities behind these holy spirits, all fell silent at the same moment.

Whether holy spirits or the deities behind them, all were silently processing the shock within their hearts!

The divine realm continued to crackle and burn.

This burning lasted a full dozen years before the flames finally extinguished!

Throughout these dozen years, holy spirits kept coming to observe this battlefield.

Each time they saw the still-burning divine realm, every holy spirit was deeply shaken.

Star God Hulington's divine realm had been utterly destroyed.

All divine essence within the realm had been completely seized by Lin Yan, and Lin Yan's analysis of the divine realm was nearly complete, so he allowed it to continue burning.

Star God Hulington didn't escape either.

During Lin Yan's battle with Seya, Hulington—already weakened by massive losses—was casually burned to death by Lin Yan.

That meant all four "old friends" who came to hunt Lin Yan were now dead without a single survivor.

After burning these four powerful deities, Lin Yan's Infinite Flame rose four levels.

Lin Yan was now an eighth-level Infinite Flame.

Eighth-level Infinite Flame had boosted all its attributes; Lin Yan now even had the confidence to confront a peak third-tier deity in flame form.

As for fourth-tier deities, Lin Yan had never seen one, didn't know how strong they were, and couldn't yet gauge whether he or a fourth-tier deity was stronger.

Seya's rank was known the moment Lin Yan burned him.

Seya was a deity with a 12th-level divine core and an 11th-level peak divine body!

A 12th-level divine core was only three levels away from a 15th-level divine core.

But in the hierarchy of deities, these three levels weren't as simple as for magicians on the Gods Continent.

This three-level gap meant thousands or even tens of thousands of years for a deity.

Even for deities with exceptional talent and a thriving nation, it meant hundreds to over a thousand years!

The gap in actual power was even more terrifying.

It wasn't three times stronger.

It wasn't doubling each level, resulting in an eightfold increase over three levels.

It meant a power difference of more than tenfold.

A peak third-tier deity was not merely powerful.

As for Seya's claim that contacting dark forces led to no good end, Lin Yan paid it no mind.

He wasn't an ordinary heavenly deity.

Ordinary heavenly deities who contacted dark forces had their divine power—and even their will—corrupted.

Naturally, they met no good end.

But Lin Yan wouldn't.

Within his divine core, two forces coexisted, even housing an ocean of dark divine power.

After all, Lin Yan was the only one possessing a system.

Seya's estimation of Lin Yan based on ordinary heavenly deities was naturally inaccurate!

Above the divine realm, a dozen goddesses of the elves watched the burning realm below; the crimson flames reflected on their faces, making their already exquisite features appear slightly flushed.

"Vivela, have you truly joined the Flame Lord's divine sect?"

One elf goddess asked.

Vivela nodded and said, "Yes, Adeli, thank you so much for your support today!"

"Vivela, no need to thank us—we did nothing. The Flame Lord is too powerful; even if we hadn't come, it wouldn't have mattered."

Adeli said.

Vivela said, "It's different. If you ever face difficulties in the future, I'll help you too."

"Vivela, does the Flame Lord reside in your divine realm?"

Another elf goddess asked at this moment.

Vivela's face turned slightly red—whether from the flame's glow or something else, she wasn't sure.

She nodded gently and said, "Yes, my lord is currently a guest in my divine realm."

"I'm so envious of you, Vivela."

That elf goddess said.

Vivela's face grew even redder.

Some goddesses of the elf lineage began to leave.

Yet some elf-lineage goddesses still remained here; Vivela waited here too, for Lin Yan had said he would return shortly, so she had to wait for him.

News of this great war among the gods had already reached many deities and slowly spread, causing considerable uproar across numerous divine realms!

The name of the Lord of Flame had begun to gain some recognition.

Of course, those now paying attention to the Lord of Flame were still primarily gods of the first, second, and third tiers.

The Abyss.

In an abyss, though smaller in area than the Mabisi Abyss, yet teeming with countless demons, Succubus Natasha stood motionless in midair, coldly watching the battle below.

The evil aura emanating from her grew ever denser.

As a being of Demon King rank, Succubus Natasha was practically the very embodiment of evil.

"Your Majesty, the enemy's altar is emitting massive fluctuations— their Demon God is about to descend."

Ivet flew up and said.

"Keep attacking. Ignore their Demon God."

Succubus Natasha spoke coldly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Ivet received the order and was about to leave when Succubus Natasha suddenly called out to her.

"Your Majesty, what further orders?"

Ivet asked.

Succubus Natasha said: "Ivet, you've followed me for so long, and I hope you can one day stand alone. Think now— why has the enemy's Demon God not descended in nearly five minutes?"

Ivet froze.

She had once been merely a minor succubus; even after Lin Yan enhanced her power, she rarely thought independently, for Succubus Natasha always stood at the forefront.

Until now.

Succubus Natasha seemed intent on guiding her: "Their Demon God is waiting too— waiting for the Master to descend and wage a divine war. Ivet, in this world, most Demon Gods lack self-awareness."

"Roar! Little Demon King, how dare you be so audacious, to slander me!"

No sooner had Succubus Natasha finished speaking than a voice filled with boundless rage echoed from the sky.

Abyssal Demon Gods are easily enraged, especially when provoked.

Of course, weak demons who provoke them are simply crushed on the spot.

A Demon King-level being provoking them makes them even angrier, and they unleash greater power.

Hmm, anger aside, they still weigh costs and benefits— they merely express it differently.

To the gods of the Heavenly Realm, they are nothing but lunatics.

What else can you expect from beings so capricious?