Chapter 1624: Chapter 898: The Abyss Lord’s Hidden Secret

On the Abyss Battlefield,

The Abyss Demons clashed with an endless tide of the Undead, resulting in the most brutal battle.

As the ink-dark darkness surged out from the Abyss fissure, the Fear Knights marched with thunderous steps, like the Death God Legion in the night, wantonly slaughtering on the battlefield.

Their appearance instantly shattered the wild revelry of the Abyss Demons, an indescribable sense of oppression enveloped the entire battlefield.

These warriors from the Undead Domain, clad in heavy armor and riding undead horses, seemed to herald the arrival of death with every strike.

Faced with this sudden threat, the Desolate Flame Capital did not remain passive.

A select army comprising Balrog Flame Demons and Fire Burning Demons emerged like a Flame Storm from the depths of Hell, suddenly appearing in the sight of the Fear Knights.

The massive Balrog Flame Demons were wreathed in searing flames, leaving charred footprints with each step they took, wielding giant Flame Blades that seemed to ignite the very air.

The Fire Burning Demons, though slightly smaller, were more agile.

They stood at a distance, able to spew high-temperature flame columns, their scorching presence seemingly capable of turning any obstruction to ash.

Seeing this, the Fear Knights did not retreat in the slightest but instead were infused with a battle frenzy deep within their souls.

The jet-black Fear Spirit gushed forth from their bodies like palpable darkness.

The Fear Spirit swirled around the Knights, forming a protective layer that shielded them from the direct assault of the scorching flames.

This Qi not only had defensive properties but also seemed to induce deep fear upon contact with the enemy, weakening the Abyss Demons’ strength.

Under the protection of this Qi, the Fear Knights moved like ghosts of the night, weaving through the sea of fire, engaging fiercely with the Balrog Flame Demons and Fire Burning Demons.

Meanwhile, several Golden Rank Witches, originally in the sky, silently joined the battle.

They floated in mid-air, white bone staffs in hand, casting strange undead magic.

The spells either became the cold Touch of Death or summoned skeleton warriors and ghosts to tangle with the Abyss Demons.

The Witches’ entry made the already stalemated battle unpredictable.

The combat swung back and forth, swiftly entering a white-hot phase.

Every collision was accompanied by deafening explosions and dazzling lights, as if foreshadowing the end of the world.

However, in this contest, both sides remained evenly matched.

After all, having fought many times before, both sides had a profound understanding of each other’s strengths.

Thus, although the battle was fierce, it maintained a delicate balance, with neither side gaining a decisive advantage quickly.

As for the other Abyss Demons and Undead, they wisely chose to bypass this main battlefield.

They knew well that in such a level of conflict, any slip could lead to death.

Lis did not enter the fray actively; he kept close behind the Flame Demon Leader Rodrick, occasionally dealing with undead attacking him.

Of course, most of the undead were casually shattered and burned to ashes by Rodrick.

Lis watched the maddened battlefield before him, his expression unchanged, not making any rash moves.

Although the entire battlefield was intensely chaotic, Lis was well aware that this was only the beginning.

After all, the main protagonists of this battle had yet to appear!

As the Flame Demon Leader, Rodrick naturally stood at the most critical juncture of the battlefield.

Opposite him stood a Fear Knight exuding a terrifying aura.

The Fear Spirit emanating from this Knight swept toward Rodrick and Lis like a tide.

The massive undead horse below him and the exquisite equipment on him distinguished him from the other Fear Knights.

He was undoubtedly the most powerful among them.

Facing this Fear Knight, Rodrick barely managed to hold the battlefield.

In fact, in Lis’s view, Rodrick seemed inferior to this Fear Knight leader.

The main reason being the exceptionally strong Fear Spirit on this Knight, thoroughly suppressing Rodrick’s flames.

Moreover, even though the Fear Spirit did not frighten Rodrick, it did limit him somewhat.

Coupled with the Shock and Weakening effects in the Fear Knight’s attacks, it was quite a handful for the straightforward Rodrick.

This placed Rodrick at a disadvantage, unable to vent his frustration.

At this moment, the Four-armed Snake Demon who had originally been at Rodrick’s side was already dead beneath the Fear Knight’s longsword.

The other Ape Demon had long since fled to an unknown place.

Lis stood not far behind Rodrick, his gaze deep and stern.

He had just witnessed the tense standoff between the Fear Knight and Rodrick, and after a brief weighing and thought, he made a decision in his heart.

Lis’s expression sharpened as he paused for a moment.

Then, he directly slashed open his stout wrist.

In an instant, blood gushed forth like a fountain, the crimson liquid warm and swirling around Lis’s body, forming a bizarre Blood Fog.

This Blood Fog enveloped him entirely, exuding a chilling aura.

Lis did not hesitate from the loss of blood; he quickly stretched out his blood-stained hand, pressing it firmly against Rodrick’s back.