"Who will win?"

In the white cloister, the walls were decorated with black and white rose lines, and Modrian leaned against the stone pillars, quietly looking at the Tryfali legionnaires and Shadowstream soldiers who were caught in the battle vortex not far away.

The deep black waves of the sea rushed, and the scarlet water splashed in waves, sometimes mixed with flashes of shadow blades.

In the face of Modrian's inquiry, Vosman remained silent, but he had already held it in his hand, and the crimson life energy was surging in his body.

The same is true of Horace, who, after realizing that they have been pulled into the Shadow Realm, knows that what is happening now has nothing to do with him, and is far from being a part of it, so silence is the best option.

But those slightly turning eyes revealed his inner thoughts, anticipation, excitement, and uneasiness about the environment in which he lived, and complex emotions intersected, and finally turned into a pool of still water.

"Victory will belong to Valoran!" Darius retracted his gaze, he knew very well the strength of the Trefalis legionnaires, the shadow monster in front of him was only a temporary obstacle, not to mention the assistance of the Shadow Streamers.

Shadowstream, who caused a lot of trouble for the Noxian Empire during its invasion of Ionia, is a group of ruthless, yet bloodthirsty killing machines.

At this moment, the brave shadows seemed to discover Modrian's presence, and the monsters of the Shadow Realm turned around.

The yùwàng of destruction filled their eyes, the killing given within their souls overwhelmed everything, and roars rang out, and the dense pace corroded the black and white marble.

When the offensive comes, so does death!

Sting!

[Shadow Mystery! Demon Slash]

Countless sharp blades suddenly appeared in the void, instantly slicing through all the shadows that rushed towards the white corridor, and the attached shadows annihilated all the weak who wanted to resist.

"Your Lord!" The figure of the robbery appeared from the intersection of black and white, and the red eyes under the mask were even brighter than before, faintly revealing a touch of madness.

When Modrian heard the prestige and looked at the Lord of the Shadow Flow at this moment, there seemed to be an inexplicable change, he couldn't see it clearly, he couldn't feel it clearly, but he could intuitively feel the difference.

"What happened? How the other side pulled us into the shadows. ”

"Sacrifice!" He said succinctly, recalling the scene he had seen before, he was still a little shocked, a group of people who died in the same way, posed in the same pose, committed suicide in the same way, and even the location of the bleeding was almost similar.

"With the living life of the believer as the source, the realm of shadows is connected to this small area."

"Sacrifice to the living, they dare too?" Modrian was a little surprised, this is the royal capital of the Stoke Kingdom, Limontamlu, and the base camp of many noble forces.

"But it's also an interesting thing, using the shadow realm to block out the information of the outside world and the hidden breath of each other."

"Let them know now who is the hunter and who is the prey!"

Modrian looked at the fiercely clash battlefield, a cold smile on his white face, the Trefali legionnaires had the upper hand, and even if the number of Shadows remained at a certain level, they could not stop the killing charge of Noxus.

In addition, the shadows cooperated with the Quayfalis soldiers to chisel through the so-called formation gathered by the shadows, slaughtering repeatedly, and setting off endless waves in the black waves.

Buzzing!

The faint sound of the air trembled through the black-and-white courtyard, causing the walls, columns, and dilapidated flowers planted in the garden to tremble inexplicably.

"Seems like something unexpected?" Modrian tilted his head to look into the abyss of the courtyard, where black and white were rich and tumbling, strange energy fluctuations spreading, and an uncomfortable aura was in the air.

Familiar feeling, the breath of the abyss!?

Modrian shook his head, the aura of the abyss is not so weak, then it should be a monster living in the abyss, or some summoning ritual has been started.

Click!

With the first crisp sound, the next moment countless 'click' sounds are like piano music scores that can't stop jumping out of the piercing music, and the black and white colors in the shadow realm are instantly active, and it seems to be closer to the main world.

Shadow Spider!

A group of lowly creatures driven by madness and twist to live in the shadows, resembling spiders, with a dark, hard shell that covers their legs and back, and has decent defense. If you despise them because of their weakness, then you will try to achieve true despair, which comes from devouring an infinite number.

Modrian's expression was solemn, and countless shadow demon spiders were reflected in his brown pupils, hissing non-stop, and his forward steps tore through all obstacles, with an aura of shadow destruction.

Scarlet life energy surged within him, a pale red aura looming under his feet, a crown of thorns dangling from the top of the sword, and scarlet ears of wheat representing glory.

In the distance, the Trefalli legionnaires consciously approached this place, forming a defensive formation, alternating weapons in their hands, and their hard shields standing in front of them. {Valoran's Legionnaires are equipped with a complete and excellent reserve of weapons and armor for the legionnaires on this trip.} }

Without any command, the figure of the robbery disappeared in place, including the shadow streamers who had wandered in the shadow wave before, and they also disappeared one after another, leaving a subtle fluctuation of shadow energy.

The performance of the robbery is a little abnormal, in fact, he himself is very aware of the current state, the forbidden technique: the power of the shadow seems to have a faint expression of excitement because of the changes in front of him, which is almost a rare thing, like the first time he came into contact with the power of the shadow, in the hidden tomb of the Balance Sect, the power of the shadow washes the soul.

"There are no taboos in ninjutsu!"

"What I'm after is a more powerful shadow power, including all!"

The wave of black flames set off again, this time not only the shadows, but also the group of shadow demon spiders with flashing red eyes, and the black and white brilliance was also annihilated and reborn in the chaos, strange and terrifying.

"Rest in peace, weakling!"

"Strong, túshā!"

Crash!

The thunderous sound of chains thundered in black and white, and Darius stepped forward, the black cutter clenched in his right hand flickering violently, tearing at the air with a screeching sound, leaving a clear mark.

[Kill the Quartet]!

In the next moment, the flower of death blooms in the shadow world, bringing the strange beauty of killing frenzies to this black and white area.

How many Shadow Spiders are? A dark, hard shell? Everything shattered into nothing under the sharp axe blade of the Black Cutter.

The remaining shadow spiders driven by the shadows suddenly stopped under the cold breath, and a low, timid roar sounded silently, trembling like pitiful insects, including the group of ghosts.

The horror of Darius is evident at this moment!

But accidents always happen, Modrian frowned slightly, turned his head to look behind the shadow demon spider, and looked into the depths of the shadows that were still shrouded in black and white power, where a slightly heavy oppressive force was slowly appearing.