Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

The breath of destruction became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the shadows and mist that filled the courtyard gradually disappeared, and the clear spatial ripples spread like ripples on the water surface, and spread to the entire courtyard in an instant.

Bang!

The realm of shadows shattered abruptly, and in the next moment, the elegant courtyard of the main plane intact, the neat buildings of the houses, the clean striped marble floors, the blooming flowers and grasses, and the magic lamps that shed light all disappeared with the ripples of space.

The scene of leaving behind a ruined wall, and the Mordian group looking up at the sky and standing in the ruins.

After that, everyone in Limontanlu felt a sudden aura of madness and terror descend upon them, as if through the shadow mist that still remained, firmly locked on the dilapidated courtyard that was about to return to the main plane.

In the cool night sky, it seems that an unknown and terrible force is squeezing the void space, so that the space is distorted, folded, and deformed, until it finally shatters.

Boom!

The majestic power belonging to the legendary crown descended with a bang, tearing apart the starlight sky, and the twisted and spreading spatial cracks revealed a wasteland full of black flames, and through the endless darkness in the center, it seemed that an indescribable being cast an evil cold and angry gaze.

The goal of this legendary crown from the abyss has been determined!

At this moment, all the forces of Limontanlu, except for those who had the protection of the legendary crown, all the other forces lowered their heads under this majestic force, and did not dare to look directly at the situation there.

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Violet Mage Tower.

Craigie stood quietly at the top of the tower, his eyes solemnly looking at the situation in Limontamlu, he wanted to shoot directly, but at the moment of the shot, he thought of a certain situation in his cold eyes, and finally he chose to silently watch the scene of Cecil's gladiatorial arena.

The hidden water energy was like an elf in his body, and the top of the violet mage tower engraved with purple patterns flickered with indifferent mist, dispelling the domineering aura that filled the heavens and the earth, and allowing Limontanlu to return to normal order, as if the abyssal aura that had once flashed away was an illusion.

But all the strong men above the rank of knight were silently watching the direction of Cecil's gladiatorial arena, where the abyssal aura was as strong as fire, burning violently.

At the same time, on the other side, the Temple of Strength, located in the southeast corner of Limontamlu, also bloomed with a holy white light that enveloped the surrounding area, and faintly the sound of holy chanting and blessings wafted through the air, repelling and annihilating the aura of the abyss, and sprinkling the divine glow.

It is hard to imagine that when a certain Abyss Lord appeared on the continent of Karadimos at this moment, there was no legendary crown who made a move, allowing it to wreak havoc in that small area.

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In the realm of broken shadows, in the courtyard full of ruins, Modrian and his party looked up at the completely torn sky, and vaguely saw the wasteland continent surrounded by black flames, a black palace standing on the top of a mountain, an evil cold and angry gaze.

Crunch!

The door of the black palace opened, and a majestic figure in red black armor stepped out of it, and on closer inspection, it was not human at all, more similar to the appearance of a Gothic gargoyle.

The deep light of his eyes looked through the torn spatial cracks........ By the way, Modrian and his party looked so cold, so high, as if a god had descended into the world.

Crash!

The pitch-black wings spread out, obscuring the sky and the sun, absorbing the falling night stars.

Without any words, the terrifying powerhouse stretched out its ink-like arm, then clenched its fists and slowly smashed into the elegant courtyard that was returning to the main plane.

Modrian froze in place, the soul in his body was letting out an inexplicable wail, this was different from the Abyss Lord who had been sealed for hundreds of years in the Lakstak Fortress, he was a truly complete body, a Devil Lord at his peak.

The power of the legend suppressed almost everyone in the Shadow Realm, and like ants looking up at giants, they silently watched as their fists smashed here.

At first, its fist was small, similar to that of a normal adult, but as the fist got closer to the spatial crack, the more it felt huge.

From Modrian's point of view, the surface of the fist alone is as large as a hundred meters square, and the bones on it are prominent, and the muscle lines are clearly visible, making it look thin but powerful. The fist is not a human arm, but is grayish-black in color, with fine scales on which the lines are clearly visible.

With the impact of the fist, countless spatial cracks like spider webs were created again, and then repaired, and there were no lightning flashes, but bursts of thunder echoed in the sky, and terrifying sound fluctuations shook the realm of shadows.

The Awakened World Will descended, preventing this devil lord from the abyss from approaching here, but because it was not the main plane, its blocking strength was not very strong.

And legendary rage isn't so easy to extinguish, especially the Devil Lord from the Third Abyss: the Wasteland Abyss, Shadow Face Scripps.

The will he had descended upon was swallowed up by the tiny shadow assassin in the realm of shadows, a glimmer of will he had generated in the last hundred years.

"Now, bear my wrath!"

The fist that lingered with the dark and evil aura was squeezing out of the spatial crack little by little, letting the thunder and lightning bombard the surface, and I stood still.

One second, two seconds, or three seconds? No one knows.

Only the huge fist in front of me is slowly invading the main plane, the speed is not fast, but the progress can be seen.

And the terrifying coercion belonging to the Devil Lord has completely filled the Shadow Realm, and the starlight of the main plane that was once faintly visible has disappeared at this moment, leaving behind the darkness of silence and nothingness.

But none of this mattered, the destruction of the ants in front of him was all in Scripps' hands, and to his surprise, there was no one to stop him at this moment, this unexpected situation was the first time he had encountered such a situation since he became the Lord of the Abyss of the Wasteland.

As the main plane, what is the legendary crown of the Karadimos Continent afraid of letting a devil lord run wild? Still have concerns?

The color of greed and longing flashed in his deep eyes, and Scripps locked on to the figure of the Assassin suspended above the firmament of the soon-to-be-shattering Shadow Realm, the ant that gave him endless longing.

"Ant, I said we would meet soon, in Limontamlu, but unfortunately your greed has accelerated this process and turned it into the current situation!"

"Now, be annihilated by my wrath!"

Click! Click! Click!

As if the apocalyptic scene descended, the Shadow Realm shattered in front of the giant fist, clinging to the fist, strengthening the imminent falling fist of destruction.

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Modrian stared blankly at the shattered shadow realm, even with the will of the world, but the majestic momentum still made him feel death.

At this moment, Modrian vaguely smelled the fresh air of the main plane, a faint breeze blowing across his stiff face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Noxus won't give in!"

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