Chapter 1628 - 900: The Divide of the Abyss Plane

On the Abyss Battlefield,

With the influence of Lis, the entire battle situation began to tilt towards the Abyss Demons, that is, the Desolate Flame Capital.

The leader of the Balrog Flame Demon, Rodrick, seemed to have noticed the change in the battlefield situation, and his spirits lifted.

"Edward, give me another Blood Magic spell."

"Right, and the others, too."

He shouted for Lis to apply the previous Beneficial Magic on him again.

At the same time, the other Balrog Flame Demons also noticed Rodrick’s situation and all asked for his help.

Rodrick naturally didn’t mind, and loudly told Lis to assist more.

Lis also didn’t mind, and in a flash, he cast a Blood Magic spell that allowed immunity to the Undead Aura on Rodrick and the other Flame Demons.

As for this

Moreover, Lis could also notice that as the advantage of the Abyss Demons became increasingly apparent, the aura belonging to the Desolate Flame Plain in the battlefield grew stronger.

Further influencing the two Abyss Lords fighting in the sky.

With the Abyss Power belonging to the Desolate Flame Plain growing stronger, the strength of the Legendary Flame Demon, Dominic, was also enhanced.

In an instant, the situation that was in a stalemate between the two started to change.

The Legendary Lich Garrison began to be unable to withstand Dominic’s attacks; whether it was the summoned Bone Shield or other High-level Undead Creatures, all were ignited by Dominic’s flames.

The abyssal sky, originally shrouded in the Undead Aura, was gradually dispersed by Dominic.

Under such circumstances, the Abyss Demons’ desire to fight became even more frenzied.

In an instant, a fundamental change took place on the entire battlefield.

Dominic had no idea what was happening; he had been somewhat disheartened before.

The previously devised plan only managed to gain some advantage for him.

And these advantages were gradually worn down by Garrison.

Originally Dominic had prepared to retreat, thinking that losing another part of his territory would be acceptable.

After all, although Garrison’s strength was stronger than his, it had its limits.

The 106th layer, the Desolate Flame Plain, was his territory, and he has been managing it for countless years.

If Garrison wished to wrest control from him, it could only be done through a slow, gradual process.

This Lich, in the end, was only a Legend and had not reached the rank of Demigod or Divine.

Otherwise, Dominic would not even consider continuing the fight with him.

Of course, the battle between Dominic and Garrison was also a daily occurrence among most Abyss Lords.

To them, gaining broader territories through war allowed them to receive power rewards from the Abyss Will.

Only when their power reached Demigod or Divine levels could they project power beyond the Endless Abyss into other domains.

Although at a disadvantage, the Legendary Lich Garrison made no changes.

His mental fluctuations remained cold, without the slightest panic.

After stalling for a moment, Garrison shifted away from the sky, retreating to a distance.

Garrison’s icy gaze fell on Dominic, and then his figure vanished from the sky.

Seeing this, Dominic took a slight breath and had no intention of pursuit.

For him, fighting Garrison in his territory was already quite taxing.

If he rashly stepped into the 107th layer, he might quickly be defeated by Garrison.

After the Abyss Lord of the 107th layer retreated, changes ensued on the Abyss Battlefield below.

Countless skeleton soldiers started proactively facing the Abyss Demons, while the Liches, Fear Knights, Vengeful Spirits, and other high-level Undead Creatures on the battlefield began to retreat swiftly.

In an instant, the Abyss Demons embarked on a massive slaughter.

Without the presence of those high-level Undead Creatures, although the remaining skeleton soldiers and walking corpses were numerous, their strength was too weak to halt the advance of the Abyss Demons.

The battlefront in the entire battlefield rapidly shifted, quickly reaching a peculiar place.

This place seemed like the edge of the world, a secret realm subtly divided by a layer of mysterious, thin black fog.

The black fog divided the vast, boundless plains into two distinct worlds.

The Abyss Demons were in a fiery, purgatory-like gobi plain, where flames occasionally soared into the air, and magma flowed like winding rivers.

Every inch of ground exuded suffocating heat, as if even the air was burning; this was a world belonging to flames.

On the other side of the black fog was a dead silence plain enveloped in a pallid Undead Mist.

Amidst the mist, one could vaguely see wandering ghosts and skeletons, moving silently with no vitality, only endless chill and despair.

This was the domain of death, a forbidden land for the living to avoid.

The Abyss Demons were tightly pursuing a group of Undead Creatures fleeing from the battlefield, following them to this place.

However, as the Undead unhesitatingly crossed the seemingly weak boundary into the dead silence plain, all the Demons’ laughter came to an abrupt halt.

They were surprised to find that those Undead, who should have been panicking and fleeing in chaos, suddenly stopped after crossing the boundary.

They slowly turned around, and with hollow, deathly eyes, coldly looked back at the Abyss Demons behind them.

The leading Lich and Fear Knights, devoid of fear, showed no signs of panic or fleeing, but rather revealed an inexplicable provocation and disdain.

It seemed to be saying: