I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's a few seconds, maybe it's a few minutes, maybe it's a long, long time.

In this almost shattered ruin, Modrian had long forgotten the passage of time, let the aftermath of the battle blow, raised his head, and looked at the unreal and reflective spatial cracks.

Darius's horrible appearance like a lone wolf made him feel inexplicably guilty, and after first hearing that Limontanlu was under the legendary crown, he should not refuse Jana's request, otherwise the current situation would not be mired in the shadows.

Self-confidence is a good thing, and Modrian believes that Cana's presence can be used as a hidden hole card to reveal in the final moments of the battle for the throne, at least to win enough benefits for Valoran.

It's a pity that he is too confident, confident enough that with the protection of Darius and Zao, coupled with his own strength, he will not be in mortal danger in Limontamlune.

And now, overconfidence has become conceit, and it's time to reap the consequences!

All of this is the work of the Devil Lord of the Third Abyss, Shadow Face Scripps, whose angry flames have descended into calamity and are about to destroy this small area of shadows.

Wait a minute.............. Modrian's eyes widened, staring at the strange appearance that appeared in the shattered void!

Is it a delusion?

He felt the massive fist of Scripps from the shadow side of the wasteland abyss seem to hover in front of the cracked chasm, stagnant.

Yes, it does.

Modrian believed in his own perceptions, believed in Darius, and his feelings were not wrong, and the devil lord's fist stopped after encountering some kind of unpredictable resistance.

Even, through the illusory and changeable space, he could vaguely see the surface of the skin of the huge fist, and the fine scales cracked and cracked.

It's just that, the next moment, a figure like a kite with folded wings was reflected in his brown pupils, and the traces of blood covered his face, but he still recognized who the figure was.

Darius!

......................

A maniacal smile permeated Darius's almost disfigured face, crisscrossed with scars, tumbling muscles as if cut by a blade, and white bones looming, looking a little terrifying.

Not only that, but the burly and sturdy body was full of deep wounds that could be seen in the bones, streaks of dried and solidified magma, flowing with viscous blood, and a faint dark aura surrounded him, as if a corrosive poison was hindering his body's recovery.

The two arms that held the handle of the axe had been broken, and they had been annihilated by the collision of extremely terrifying forces, and the bones that had been supported were all shattered into pieces, and they looked weak, but the stiffness of the muscles allowed him to hold the black cutter in both hands, and he was never left behind.

Burst!

The sprayed blood smeared the dark night sky, like an ink rendering, and the sense of desolation was concave.

Darius raised his head firmly, his eyes wide open, staring at the huge fist that had stagnated in front of the spatial crack not far away, a fine scar emerging from his gray-black skin.

Then, like a spatial crack that was cracking all the time at this moment, it spread like lightning, tearing open a huge wound several feet long.

The dark flesh rolled, and the viscous cyan blood sprinkled the sky, like spring rain falling, pouring on Darius.

At the same time, the splatters of blood corroded the shattered spaces, the buildings in the ruins, and everything in the shadows.

The spilled cyan blood seemed to have a will of its own, cold, frozen, withering, and it was corrupting Darius's body and soul in some orderly yet extremely evil way.

This is the breath of the abyss.

Every legend born from the abyss will carry this breath, innate and inseparable.

And in order to resist this breath, Darius had to burn out the last life energy in his body, washing over and over again the broken body, resisting the breath of the abyss, and also delaying the arrival of death.

However, even in such a miserable situation, Darius was still laughing, laughing badly, laughing brightly, laughing crazy.

After the hideous and terrifying wound appeared, the huge fist retracted out of the spatial crack as if it were electrocuted, and there was a faint cry of pain.

......................

The wasteland abyss, dark wings obscuring the sky, and a blood-red sky dotted behind bright shadows.

The majestic figure of Shadow Face Scripps was suspended in mid-air, his head lowered, his face gloomy as he looked at the retracted fist, cyan blood flowing down the hideous scars, and the active dark flesh was stopped by some kind of crimson energy, and it could not heal for a long time.

"Hehe, how long has it been since such a powerful soul has been seen? Didn't expect an unexpected gain? Scripps muttered, then reached out his dark cyan tongue and licked the bleeding scars, the ripples of the shadows flickering, banishing the crimson energy.

"How do you play with it?" He thought for a moment, but it didn't stop him from reaching out another gray-black arm, straight to the shattered shadow realm, and fell down to Darius, bathed in his own blood.

Well?

A look of surprise appeared on Scripps's face, and he looked up at the rift in space that was slowly healing under the intervention of the will of the Overworld.

A pale cyan breeze, following an elegant trajectory, penetrated into the wasteland abyss, crossed the distance of space, and floated in the blood-red sky.

Call!

With a breeze rolling, the cyan air elemental spirit went from existence to nothing, condensed and transformed, jumping in the heavens and the earth.

【Zephyr Guardian】

[Zephyr Guardian {Passive}: Increases Jana's Wind Affinity.]

Active: Jana blasts her air elemental spirit at the target, dealing a certain amount of magic damage to the target and inflicting Hurricane Disruption on the target. 】

In the next moment, Scripps's face changed suddenly, his pitch-black wings closed in front of him, and an extreme shadow bloomed like fireworks.

Thundered!

The hurricane howled, falling from the sky, and bombarded Scripps's pitch-black wings, and its suspended figure could not withstand the tremendous force, and flipped upside down, smashing down on the black palace that stood on the top of the mountain.

Like a mountain overturning, the gorgeous and noble black palace collapsed with a bang, and dust flew in the sky, covering the entire mountain.

"Who is it? Who dares to attack me? ”

A gloomy roar echoed through the sky, and Scripps leapt from the ruined palace, his gray-black face filled with rage, looking around but finding nothing.

The breath of legend, he can't be mistaken, and it contains a trace of the law of the wind system!

Then, suddenly, he looked up at the gap in space that connected the realm of shattered shadows.

In the deep dark space, a sky-blue blue bird spread its wings and soared, pulling out a cyan ribbon in the infinitely dark and brilliant astral boundary, and disappeared.