Colorful lines of light and darkness are reflected in the cracked space, a faint red black mist fills the air, and a sulfur-like smell wafts through the building.

Modrian's eyes were half-squinted, staring at the changes in front of him, similar to the once shattered Shadow Realm, only now with a hint of a rich bottomless abyss.

"Space is being eroded, and it's the work of a legend." A crisp voice sounded in his ears, and he remained silent all the time, and the azure bluebird standing on Modrian's shoulder suddenly opened its beak.

"This is the fulcrum of the magic rune array, and Saroyan's soul is the core, and when he is killed, his soul will be used as a spark to completely ignite this space."

"If my guess is correct, the magic rune array from outside has been activated, and we're trapped here." Storm Fury Cana was silent for a while, and the cyan pupils rose and fell like a breeze, bringing up inexplicable emotions, and continued.

"I wanted to stop it, but it's a pity that the activation speed of the magic rune array is fueled by souls, plus there is the influence of the breath of the bottomless abyss."

"Final............... I failed to block it! ”

Hearing this, Modrian raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to look at Jana on his shoulder, and asked softly, "Then what should we do now?" ”

"Wait!"

The sky-blue wings stirred slightly, and a subtle breeze blew, rippling with little ripples, dissipating into the blood-red void around them.

"The spatial erosion is not over yet, we can make some preparations in advance, at least we won't panic in the face of the enemy that comes down."

"In addition, I have tested the nature of the space around me, this is a directional and solidified space, in the middle of the main world and the bottomless abyss, which means that those who enter on both sides, whether ordinary people or legends, cannot easily leave."

Jana's words made Modrian's heart freeze, and he smelled a different smell, a cunning conspiracy.

To put it in layman's terms, now this luxurious and silent building, under the interference and erosion of the will of the Karadimos continent and the bottomless abyss, has become the stage of the gladiatorial arena, and no one can easily leave unless they decide to live or die.

The time of waiting is always sad, like facing judgment, and like being stressed alone, and the endless darkness will strike the lonely soul at this moment.

Thankfully, it was the most elite soldiers of the Valoran Order, the Tryfali Legionnaires, who followed Modrian to Limentanlu.

This group of top troops known in the Noxian Empire and across the continent of Valoran show a unique temperament, and they silently follow in the footsteps of Darius, cleaning up possible dangers around them.

The flickering and distorted shadows are the elite of the Shadow Stream Church, and the cooperation of the two top classes has completely determined the safety of this area.

Whew! Whew!

The subtle sound sounded suddenly, like a dance music before the war, quietly spreading, awakening the silent blood in the heart.

"It's a very simple guess, the trap specially prepared for me is to see the revenge of yùwàng?" A cold smile spread across Modrian's mouth, and Sigrid let go of his embrace, and he took out the Gray and White and the Gray Shield from the spatial ring.

The left hand gently grips the uneven handle of the grey and white shield, the smooth surface of which is finely polished to reflect a pale red glow, faintly embellished with a hammer-like white emblem carved in the center.

When the gray-white sharp blade, which ranged from thick to thin like a cone, touched the surface of the shield, a faint golden light was hidden in the emblem, and there was no trace of it.

With Modrian's movements, the Tryfali legion, which had already been ready behind him, silently straightened up its heavy horses, and the blooming crimson life energy was mixed in the pale red space.

Buzzing! Buzzing!

The layers of red-black mist that permeated the courtyard gradually disappeared, and the clear spatial ripples spread like ripples on the water surface, and in an instant, they filled this silent building complex.

In the next moment, the luxurious building walls, the neat dark gray floor, the sticky and dense blood, the passageway that winds through the secluded place, and the slowly burning torches, with the ripple-like spatial lines, suddenly disappeared, and the extreme darkness enveloped everything.

[Shadow Realm Inverted Skydrop]!

The power of the legendary spell descended on this place, but it was a little different from before, the aura of the bottomless abyss did not dissipate, but seemed to merge into the shadows, forming a strange space in front of you.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Modrian raised his head and stared at the colorful and shattered space at the moment, a dark shadow was gradually devouring all colors, and the familiar aura slowly descended.

"Shadow Face Scripps!"

At this moment, the chaotic and shattered void was like a spatial freeze, and this legendary lord from the abyss of the wasteland was squeezing the void space with the power of shadows, so that the space was twisted, folded, and deformed, until it finally shattered.

Boom!

The majestic power belonging to the legendary crown descended violently, tearing apart the spatial plating, and the twisted and spreading spatial cracks revealed a wasteland full of black flames, and through the endless darkness in the center, an indescribable great being cast an evil cold and angry gaze.

"I said that the shadow will come again, and that will be the end of your life!"

The power of the shadows stretched along the cracks in the space, unscrupulous, eroding all objects encountered, including light, and darkness pervaded.

Zizi! Zizi!

As the extremely dark shadow spread in front of Modrian, a cyan breeze suddenly rose, gently blowing away the faint mist and stopping the shadow erosion.

"Do you think it's just a harmless breeze?"

The crisp voice followed the breeze, silently, annihilating the shadow power that was about to envelop this space, and as if announcing its own existence, the wind energy that existed in the void raged, setting off boundless transparent ripples.

Then, the azure bluebird on Modrian's shoulder suddenly soared above the shattered space, its wings vibrating, and it turned into a beautiful and elegant wind elf, wrapped in white to wrap its slender body.

The delicate cyan staff appeared in the slender and white hand, and the swirling cyan breeze swirled around the top of the staff, pointing straight at the crimson mist descending from the sky.

[Hurricane roaring]!

A hurricane of countless cyan wind blades formed in front of Cana in an instant, and the transparent void was cut into dense cracks, spreading like spider webs, crisscrossing the inner hall of the palace.

Far more than that, all the alien energy and colorful light in the fractured space were torn apart by the majestic suction of the cyan hurricane.

The utterly black fog that descended, the ruins of buildings reduced to wreckage, and the blood-stained floors all floated into the air, pulling and surging towards the roaring hurricane.