He Comes From the Void

The moment he fell from the ceiling to the room, Kahn launched an attack.

As soon as he stretched out his hand towards Lissandra, three tentacles emerged from the ground and wrapped around her to bind her in place.

Lissandra let out a loud cry, and the deadly frost emanated from her feet, freezing the tentacles into ice blocks, which shattered with a struggle. She fired back, but Kahn was nowhere to be seen.

This disappearance does not just refer to the disappearance of vision, Lissandra is a blind woman, and she feels the existence of others by temperature difference and the consciousness she has developed.

But for some reason, this method no longer worked. The body temperature of a normal person is too high for her and the environment, but this time she couldn't feel any difference in temperature, and there was nowhere to follow Kahn's trace.

In fact, this is the effect created by the void skin armor. It was because Kahn knew Lissandra well enough that his body surface temperature was completely synchronized with the room temperature, perfectly blending into the environment.

In order to find Karn lurking in the dark, Lissandra took a deep breath, and the cold magic came into being under the summon. An astonishing chill spread from under her feet, freezing everything it touched. The rapidly formed black ice spread outwards along the ground, and just when the black ice was about to cover every corner, Kahn came out from above the ice egg.

His arm ejected the blade of nothingness and slashed at Lissandra's neck. The purple light reflected her pale face, and her lips moved slightly.

Huge crampons protruded from under her feet, forming a shield to protect her, and put her into an ice coffin. The sharp arm blade can cut through almost anything, and it has never failed Kahn's expectations, and certainly not this time.

The blade plunged into the coffin made of black ice, as easily as cutting a piece of butter, and cut Lissandra in half obliquely. The upper part slid along the smooth cut, and fell to the ground with a dull impact sound, which showed how hard the black ice was, but it was as fragile as glass under the sharp blade of the void.

Kahn's eyes fell on the section, and his brows immediately frowned. He didn't see Lissandra inside, only Black Ice.

Lissandra's playful laughter sounded again in the ice room, and countless crampons rose from the ice, crazily grabbing at Kahn, as if they wanted to drag him to hell.

These twisted crampons first grabbed his ankles, then his arms, his neck... Finally, a huge crampon rose up from his eyes and slapped his head and face, sharp fingers snapped together. The rest of the crampons surged up from all directions, like a hundred thousand hungry ghosts stretching out their hands towards strangers, completely forming an airtight cold cage and trapping Kahn in it.

Lissandra emerged from under the ice again with these crampons, and was supported by the ice clusters, overlooking the black ice cage condescendingly. She watched silently for a while, clenched her skinny palms into fists, and the cage made of crampons immediately shattered under the strong internal pressure, blasting countless pieces into dark pieces.

The person who hindered her was finally disintegrated, she once again approached the ice egg, put her hands on the eggshell, and performed the unfinished ritual.

Just when Lissandra sank her consciousness into the eggshell, a faint spot of light suddenly shone into her dark eyes, and this uncomfortable feeling made her feel pain like a needle prick. At the moment when the sense of crisis swept over her body, Lissandra immediately raised her arms high, letting the solid ice embrace her, casting herself into a huge ice sculpture.

The next moment, a fierce purple light shot out from the corner of the ice room, pierced through the black ice coffin and shot at Lissandra. If she hadn't hugged the ice beforehand, I'm afraid it would have melted by now.

Sensing Kahn's reappearance, Lissandra finally shouted unbearably: "The ghosts linger!"

The play of pretending to be dead has been staged several times in turn. Both sides seem to be helpless towards each other. They don't know which time they can kill the real opponent. But Kahn's mentality is much more relaxed than Lissandra's, he wants to avoid Lissandra's attack as if he was playing.

"Aren't you the same, always thinking about what to do to Anivia?"

Lissandra didn't answer Kahn's question. She waved her hand, and a cluster of ice flew out at her feet, turning into a sharp spear of ice, and flung it at Kahn like she was spitting. He dodged to dodge and fired plasma missiles at the same time, the huge crampons formed a shield to protect her, and put her into the ice coffin again to resist the burning heat and pain. The violent explosion stripped away her protective layer layer by layer, and the loud noise echoed and screamed in her ears.

Lissandra is not afraid of death, she has experienced the feeling of being killed countless times in her dreams. Each time, a part of her dissipates, never to return.

She waved her hands again and again, throwing ice spears at him one by one. Every move is extremely fierce, swift and cruel.

And the more anxious you are, the easier it is to reveal your flaws. Kahn noticed one thing, that is, the one who can attack is definitely the real body.

Ripples of light appeared on the fine scales on the surface of the void skin armor. He escaped into the void and passed through countless ice skates. He appeared in front of Lissandra with a flash effect, and stretched out his hand to strangle her neck.

The Frost Witch struggled immediately, piercing Kahn's eyes with nails that were as long as skates. The latter blocked Lissandra's attack with the other hand, and then split two strong appendages from his back, trapped the tall witch in the palm of his hand with his fingers crossed, and specially gathered her in the air, Let her touch the ice.

Lissandra was strangled by the neck, and her hands were trapped on her sides, unable to move, and she almost lost all ability to resist.

"Tell me what you're doing?" Kahn asked again, but the answer he got wasn't what was asked.

"Stupid, short-sighted! Kneel for me! Pray for the mercy of Bing in the midst of gnawing!"

She screamed hysterically, like a witch who had come to an end and turned into a madman who lost her mind. There was a cold light on the unnatural arms, and he was thinking of shooting the ice spear with a strong accusation at Kahn to pierce him.

"You're crazy."

Karn didn't want to listen any more and straightened his right hand into a palm knife, ready to plunge into Lissandra's chest and take out her heart.

"No one can escape the fate of annihilation. I will kill you and sacrifice you to the lies in the ice! The ice will take everything away!" Lissandra struggled violently, and the heavy hood slid from the swing of her head. Being thrown off made her hair disheveled, and Shengxue's pale hair turned into a white strand behind her.

Karn's movements stopped, this was the first time he saw Lissandra's full face.

To be honest, it's not as good as showing only half of the face, because all that's left is ugly scars. Several claw marks ran through her eyes horizontally, and the eye sockets were scorched black due to lightning strikes.

But he noticed that under the scar, there was something strange about Lissandra's blind eyes.