Chapter 1623: Chapter 897: Battlefield of Abyss Demons and Undead (Part 2)

Moreover, the aura of those Abyss Demons is not weak, they should all be quite powerful entities.

Even Rodrick, after Lis, recruited two more Abyss Demons.

One is the Four-armed Snake Demon, and the other is the Ape Demon.

When these two demons noticed Lis, there was a hint of disdain in their eyes, but they did not actively provoke him.

Lis felt somewhat helpless.

Is it that in the Endless Abyss, vampires are so unwelcome?

However, if they don’t come looking for trouble, Lis didn’t bother to care.

His energy was now focused on observing the surroundings, preparing for the upcoming war.

Even if the enemies are Undead Creatures, although they do not belong to demons in the Endless Abyss, they should be able to receive the Abyss Power during the battle, right?

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The demon army moved quickly, without caring about whether any Abyss Demons lagged behind.

As the battlefield approached, Lis keenly sensed unusual fluctuations permeating the air.

He noticed that those Balrog Flame Demons, crowned with orange flames and roaming freely within the army, were at this moment collectively restraining their wild demeanor.

Rodrick was the same, his body tense, as if facing an indescribable threat.

Their tension burned fiercely in their flame-formed eyes but was suppressed by some invisible presence, making them dare not act rashly.

The land beneath Lis’s feet, once patches of scorched earth with jumping orange flames, characteristic of the Desolate Flame Plain.

These flames burned eternally in the Desolate Flame Plain, making the land unbearably hot.

However, the scene at this moment was vastly different from what was seen before.

The flames that once danced wildly seemed to have been quietly smoothed by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace, leaving only patches of blackened scorch marks.

The scorching temperature, miraculously lowered, was no longer suffocatingly hot, but instead was replaced by a biting chill.

A trace of coldness silently penetrated every inch of air and every particle of dust, causing Lis to frown slightly.

What drew his attention more was the blood-red sky over the Desolate Flame Plain, which at some point had been shrouded in a faint gray mist.

This mist differed from ordinary clouds; it seemed more like the embodiment of some Special Power, lightly yet firmly covering this once scorching land, concealing everything under its dark veil.

Under this layer of gray, the Desolate Flame Plain seemed to become a forgotten cemetery, exuding a deathly stillness akin to undead, inevitably reminding one of ancient souls slumbering deep within the earth.

At this moment, he keenly sensed a powerful Undead Aura.

It was a cold and despair that originated from the soul, surging like a tide, instantly filling his entire perception of the world.

This aura, powerful and pure, was clearly not something an ordinary undead could possess; this should be the remnant influence of that Legendary Witch Demon’s power.

Even if this place was his former battlefield, it could still leave such a profound imprint of power on this plain.

Lis followed behind Rodrick without showing any oddities.

Thinking about it, this Legendary Witch Demon’s strength seemed to exceed his expectations.

No wonder he could suppress the Legendary Fire Demon Dominic.

As the massive and ferocious demon army continued to advance towards the designated battlefield like a black tide, the already bloody and violent sky began to undergo strange changes.

The blood-red sky above, as if stained by blood, was being wantonly stirred by an invisible and evil large hand.

The once thin gray mist had now completely formed a thick black-gray cloud, enveloping the entire sky.

The cloud churned as if countless resentful spirits were struggling and roaring within, exuding an oppressive feeling that chilled the soul.

Lis instinctively looked up, his gaze sharp and profound.

As if he could penetrate those layers of clouds and discern the truth behind.

He frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Moments later, the cloud that originally only slightly surged suddenly ignited like a powder keg, a powerful, evil force imbued with the aura of death explosively erupted from above.

This force, like a surging black tide, instantly spread the deep black-gray cloud across the entire sky.

The accompanying gale roared like an angry beast, sweeping across the battlefield.

Sand and stones flew, and the already chaotic battlefield became even more desolate and messy.

The Abyss Demons keenly detected this sudden anomaly, their eyes filled with bloodlust widened, and a low, angry growl emitted from their throats.

These evil beings from the Abyss, inherently savage and battle-loving.

Faced with this unknown threat, they showed no fear but excitedly brandished their weapons.

Their massive barbed war axes and longswords flickering with ghostly light howled in the wind, as if declaring war on the unknown entities in the sky, ready for a bloody battle.

However, the clouds in the sky did not disperse due to the demons’ provocation. Instead, they sank lower, like a giant black curtain slowly descending upon the earth.

Soon, the demons discovered that these were no ordinary clouds.

In the descending clouds, countless blurry figures faintly swayed.

They emanated a stench and the aura of death, like evil spirits crawling out from the Hell Abyss.

As the clouds sank lower, those figures grew clearer.

Lis had now confirmed: this was the Undead Ultimate Spell [Undead Calamity]!

Countless undead creatures descended from the sky.

Among them, skeleton warriors with empty eye sockets burning with ghostly green flames, wielding rusty yet sharp longswords.

Zombies exuding a nauseating stench, dragging their heavy bodies, swayed towards below.

And several liches exuding an evil aura, draped in black robes, wielding magic wands, chanting strange spells, controlling the surrounding undead.

The Abyss Demons roared thunderously, without hesitation, engaging fiercely with the falling undead.

In an instant, the battlefield turned into a chaotic melee.

The Abyss Demons emitted deafening roars as they clashed with the undead.

The skeleton warriors, their sockets blazing with green flames, charged the demons like frenzied puppets, blade clashing, sparks flying.

Zombies, dragging rotting bodies, desperately clung to demons in close combat.

Yet overall, although the Abyss Demons lacked organization, fighting entirely on their own, the Undead Creatures’ strength was generally mediocre.

Apart from those liches, the undead creatures were basically one-sidedly slain by the Abyss Demons.

As the battle raged fiercely, a sinister galloping sound neared.

Fear Knights, clad in Dark Heavy Armor, riding Skeletal Warhorses, charged into the battlefield like black lightning.

Their longspear gleamed coldly, each thrust carrying the power of death.

Wherever they went, regardless of the Abyss Demons, were mercilessly skewered, shattered.

The Abyss Demons were caught off guard by the sudden Fear Knights, their previous arrogance instantly suppressed.

But their inherent ferocity was fully aroused, retaliating even more frantically.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with flying limbs and dismembered bodies.

The sounds of battle, cries, and wails intertwined, as if a symphony from hell, playing the melody of death and destruction.