It Really Wasn't Me

The Abyssal War!

The stronger an individual was, the smaller the area they could move within.

Yin Ming was the sole exception. He had flown here all the way through the Dimensional Mist of the void, and no such restriction bound him.

Zero Ring Demons could only move around the outskirts of the Plane Core.

First Ring Demons and Second Ring Demon Lords could only move within the Plane Core's bounds.

As a Third Ring being, Yaga-Tel, the Ancestor of Quasits, had an even smaller range. He had stayed hidden until now before anyone found a trace of him. His talent for concealing his presence had to be extraordinary.

Lava flared inside Locke, and the rock beneath his feet melted from the heat wherever he passed.

Following the War Spirit, he turned and called, "Keep up! If you don't help, you don't get a share of the World Origin Crystal."

Some of the Demon Lords in the Abyssal War, like Romance, really were victims who had been deceived and stabbed in the back.

But more of them knew there was no undoing what had happened and were using it as a reason to harvest World Origin Crystal.

As the leader of his faction, Yaga-Tel, the Ancestor of Quasits, was worth half the World Origin Crystal to whoever killed him. That was a deal too good to pass up.

"..."

The Plane Core, Redstone Peak.

A mass of Abyssal Mist stretched for miles. It swallowed every ray of light, leaving anything inside it completely hidden.

The War Spirit leading the way merged into the phantom of a bloody, unreal battlefield.

A battlefield was a War Demon's home ground. Led by Romance, several Second Ring Demon Lords stood on a peak at the edge of the Abyssal Mist and attacked it without