He Comes From the Void

Nasus rolled aside, avoiding the beheading blow. Then he thrust out an axe, unleashing a withering power.

The magic in Renekton's body was suppressed, and his huge body crashed to the ground, but the crimson anger burning in his eyes was still blazing.

He stood up again with a roar, and a pillar of fire rose from his feet. Renekton screamed wildly, as if being thrown into the core of the sun, the gilded armor melted into golden droplets, and the hard scales curled up.

He was hurt and angry, but the pain was cut off by a strong desire for revenge. He took off his armor and leaped into the air, spun around in the air, and slashed down heavily with the crescent moon knife and ax in his hand.

Nasus squinted and looked up at Renekton's figure. The huge body covered the sky and the sun, and the knife and ax in his hand were like the shadow of a solar eclipse, splitting the sun and about to land on the centerline of his head.

He knew that he couldn't withstand this blow. Years passed, Nasus exiled himself in the yellow sand, Renekton also committed himself to the darkness, the strength of both of them was not as good as before. He couldn't help but think back to the station in the Nasramme fire, when the power of the two was at its peak, and Renekton wasn't as stubborn as he is now.

Nasus dodged the blow, and Renekton slashed to the ground, shaking up a large curtain of sand, blocking the two of them. Just when Nasus was retreating, Renekton broke through the sand curtain and rushed forward. The knife and ax were only a horse away from Nasus' eyes. He could feel the pain when the wind cut his skin, which was very important for the Ascended It's very, very close.

Nasus was caught off guard, and his cheek was deeply cut by the knife. Renekton succeeded in one blow and did not retreat, but was struck by Nasus with both hands, breaking several ribs.

This force made Renekton stop, this was a pain he hadn't known for hundreds of years. His body was shaking, as if he was reliving intermittent memories, scenes of countless victories and battle deaths, and those past events that have long been dusty in history.

"Rekton, what are you hesitating about? Kill this coward who locked us underground!" But at this moment, the voice of the Whisperer brought his will back into the silent darkness like a mausoleum.

Renekton's eyes were blinded by darkness, and he remembered that he still had unshed blood, and still had unquenched hatred. He only saw the face of the wolf dog that drove him into the dark mausoleum, and his hatred and anger made him burn with anger and boil all over his body.

"My brother, how can I wake you up."

Seeing that something was wrong, Nasus held the battle ax in both hands, the sapphire on the top drank the sunlight, and slashed at Renekton with all his strength. Renekton raised his knife and ax to resist, but the weapon was sent flying. But then, with a sweep of his tail, Nasus' tomahawk was also knocked out of his hand.

He lunged at the source of his torment, and the two of them collided with destructive energy. A magical shock wave exploded, and the desert opened up a huge wave centered on the two of them.

Renekton wrestled with Nasus with both arms, and the fight turned into a hand-to-hand fight. The two fought together, Renekton bit Nasus's shoulder with his bloody mouth, Nasus raised his head and screamed at the sun, and slammed Renekton's waist with his knees...

Wu Ling laughed wantonly, flew out from the ruins of the ancient city, and came to the sky above the battlefield, like a ball of white flames.

He never thought of making it easier for either side. No matter who wins, it will definitely make Nasus suffer mentally. Then he made another move, turning the Ascender into something that only existed in legends, enjoying the immortal godhead all to himself.

Then, Xerath turned his attention to Ryze.

The cold stare immediately made Ryze feel pressured. The last time he met such a powerful opponent was the apprentice he picked up from the extreme arctic ice field. He was so dull and weak, but because of a world rune, he fell into a powerful spirit body of flames and rage, just like Xerath in front of him.

"Mortal. You should be honored to be the first person I have killed since I was imprisoned for tens of thousands of years." Xerath's eyes were burning, and tongues of fire surged from the corners of his eyes, and they continued to scatter out like fireflies.

After he turned into a witch spirit, he was imprisoned in the emperor's tomb jointly by Nasus and Renekton. Strictly speaking, if the catastrophe of the death of the whole city was attributed to his actions when he was a human, then he has not used the power of ascension he obtained to kill anyone with his own hands.

"If I crush you, it's as simple as crushing an ant to death, but I will give you a chance to escape. As long as you can escape from the confines of this city, I will let you live." Xerath's body lay in the sun. Burning brighter and brighter, like the sky.

Ryze looked around and knew immediately that Xerath's promise was a trap. It was noon at this time, and the sun was in the sky. The marble slabs of the Huancheng Dam were scalding hot, and it didn't take long for the skin and flesh to stick to it, and you could hear the scorching sound.

Apparently, Xerath's purpose was to lure him to step on these hot slabs and torture his body. Because he was worried that he would destroy Ryze to nothing with one gesture, so that he would not be able to experience the fun of torture.

"If you want to fight, fight, don't talk nonsense." The inscriptions on the skin of Ruiz's whole body lit up, and his eyes were also occupied by arcane light, which made him look even more weird.

"I don't know good from bad." Xerath snorted coldly.

Foehn was blowing around Wu Ling, and the heat in the air was enough to soften human flesh into pulp and turn blood into ashes. The foehn blows on Ryze's skin, and the sand grains under his feet immediately melt into sparkling glass, reflecting brilliant light in the sun.

Ryze should have been dissolved into particles finer than sand grains, but now his body has not suffered any substantial damage other than a little hot.

The magical power he absorbs twists and prolongs his life, and he uses it to strengthen his own body. But more importantly, the weight he carried that day made the heat of Shurima seem insignificant.

Ryze raised a hand and gestured, as if kneading a ball of clay.

A faint hum sounded in the air, the tone was continuous and harmonious. The magic power between heaven and earth turned into mist and coiled between his fingers, and then gathered into an arcane magic ball, curled up in his hand, boiling, and constantly overflowing his palm, as if it was about to escape at any time.

Ryze didn't keep the arcane ball, and immediately threw it at Xerath who was in mid-air.

"Is this the only trick you know?" Xerath didn't dodge, just stretched out a finger, and a crackling lightning came out. Lightning struck the orb, annihilating it in mid-air with little effort.

Then the arcane fire was generated in Xerath's chest, turning into a series of dazzling comets, which were thrown towards Ryze.

Seeing the arcane comet that was bigger than his whole body, Ryze's expression changed, and he ran away.