Thunder roared Volibel, his limbs pinned to the Frost Fortress with ice picks, blood gushing out, melting the ice and snow on the walls of the fortress red.

Under his vertical feet, the three bearmen whose corpses were separated, the three super fourteenth-order magisters of the bearren clan, and the three giants of the bearmen who were mighty Valoran, all died tragically in the hands of Lisandro!

"Giggle......

Lisandro looked at this satisfying picture and laughed out loud.

"The deity has said that all will surrender."

"A few fourteenth-order magisters have tried in vain to defeat my Frost Witch, you overestimate yourself too much, and you also underestimate my power that has been dormant for thousands of years."

Thunder roared, teeth cracked, mouths full of blood.

He tried all his strength to resist, but his body was frozen to death, and the frost that eroded into his veins actually froze all the thunder magic particles, and Volibel could only stare at Lisandro with a cracked eye, eager to bite her head off.

"If you want to hate, hate yourself for being incompetent."

Cruelty is Lisandro's consistent style, and ravaging the weak is Lisandro's preference.

Thunder Roar Voliber, although he was in the middle of the Super Fourteenth Order, and he came with the three giants of the Bear Man Ancestor, it was obvious that they underestimated the strength of the Holy Order.

There are ants below the holy level, and the four dignified people are over the fourteenth order, and in front of Lisandro, there is no power to fight back!

"The show is over."

"It's time for this feast to come to an end."

Frost Witch Lisandro felt her soul getting thinner and thinner, and involuntarily turned her gaze to the desperate Mylin Gunner Tristana.

Tristana is the darling of Bandle City and the pride of the sky.

It's a pity that the stupid Bender people secretly help the Ice Clan, they can't tolerate it, they can't forgive, they have to pay for their ignorance, like ......

"Tristana, come down, it's your turn."

Lisandro had somehow appeared in Tristana's cage.

She pinched Tristana's jaw and whispered into her ear.

The bone-chilling cold made Tristana shiver hard, and she had no way to resist.

"If according to the aesthetics of the Banders, you are a great beauty of their clan, but unfortunately, the deity loves to destroy beautiful things, so please obediently become the food of the Lord, and welcome a new life with the Lord!"

"Ahhhh

The indescribable sting pain in her body was more severe than peeling, and Tristana couldn't help but wail.

Her soul had been slowly peeled out of Lisandro's body, and the struggling painful white soul had already revealed half of its head, and Lisandro was unhurried, apparently wanting Tristana to enjoy all the pain before brutally killing her.

"Knock ......"

A low, mysterious collision shook Lisandro's body, which was immersed in torture.

"Knock Knock ......"

There were two more mysterious, muffled sounds, and the sudden rise of these two sounds made Lisandro's eyes glaze over, and she let Tristana slip out of her hands with an incredulous trembling tremble.

She turned and stared into the weeping abyss.

Howling abyss, this unfathomable crack has been filled with a thick white light.

Those white lights were all the brightness of souls, but the thickness of so many souls gathered that the cracks emitted no such dazzling light, and with the more and more rapid beatings, it seemed as if they were about to burst!

"Lord, is it you, Lord!"

Lisandro's tearful call, like a child who has found a home.

"Knock knock!"

The beating under the cracks, from the first slight sound, quickly developed into a rapid and furious collision.

Those souls that turned into pure soul magic continued to splash into the sky from below, forming mucous membranes, and the power of this mucous membrane was constantly absorbed and weakened, and the unimaginable magic power gathered made the wind and clouds have also changed!

"Lisandro, is that you?"

It was a mixed magic sound, as if hundreds of people were questioning and shouting.

"Yes, my master......"

"The lowliest and most loyal servant of you, I am Lisandro, and the Frost Witch welcomes you back."

"Very well done."

"Good!"

The sky was broken by a pillar of icy light.

For a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still.

The incomparable light of destruction directly broke through the clouds, spreading a wave that shocked the heart, and it rushed to the top of the Runeterra, even far away at the founding peak of the Central Continent, and felt a faint tremor on the ground.

"What was the tremor?"

The nine kings, who had not yet woken up from the shock, all looked at each other in a cold sweat.

Auston Hidrik looked into the distance with deep eyes, and such a jealous look had not appeared for a long time.

Not only the peak of the founding, but the powerhouses of the Valoran Continent at the level of the Demon Master all trembled in horror, just like the magic power of the bone erosion swished through the body, that kind of powerful magic energy was a contempt for the naked souls!

"I'm in trouble."

Marzaha, who was quietly reading the book, pressed his temples with a headache.

This purple-clothed Venerable, the strongest person in the Valoran Continent, would actually be troubled by this abnormal demonic energy.

"It seems that LeBlanc still hasn't been able to stop Lisandro."

"First the Desert Emperor Azir was released, and then the Frost Watcher, the Dark Descendants have to be removed."

Marzaha was indeed a little angry.

The Void Prophet seldom got angry, and the last time he was angry was because of the war between Akmund and Auston Hidrik, as they destroyed a tenth of the Conqueror's Sea.

"The power of the void covets Valoran all the time, and I can't pull out my hand."

He pondered, his low hoarse voice like a running rune, and whispered to himself, "It's time to give the Skeleton Flame Heavenly Monarch a chance to make meritorious contributions." ”

The body of the Void Prophet Marzaha suddenly vanished from the library, leaving only a faint burning purple candle.

"Hehe, ahahaha, I won, the old man won again!"

A raunchy old man held a tumbling pile of gold coins to his chest, smiling brightly with two rows of yellow teeth.

"Damn!"

The fat man who confronted the old man dared not speak out, and whenever he wanted to be angry, he couldn't help but swallow his spit when he saw the gambling hall guards piled up in a hill behind the old man.

"This weighs me ......"

The old man's words came to an abrupt end.

A purple shadow appeared behind him, his back to the old man, and a sound came from under his mask that only he could hear.

In just a few seconds, the old man's face changed drastically, and he threw all the gold coins he won to the fat man opposite.

At this time, the phantom behind him had disappeared.

He muttered to himself: "Those crazy people have been released, isn't Wu Wenxu's little rabbit cub in danger again?" Unconscious apprentice, it seems that my old bones have to be revitalized again. ”