I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

Foygo casually raised one hand, bringing two fingers together to form a sword.

Then, Foygo coldly raised his head and focused his gaze on a certain spot within the Mirror Flower Water Moon Realm.

"Uh-huh!!!"

The next second, Foygo waved his finger.

A terrifying sword aura, a hundred times more ferocious than before, burst forth from Foygo's fingertips.

This sword strike, though seemingly effortless, actually possessed power that had truly entered the "divine realm."

Wherever the sword energy reached, LeBlanc's Mirror Flower Water Moon Domain was torn apart inch by inch, as if it had encountered a canvas cutter.

"Do not!!!"

At that moment, a sharp, piercing scream rang out from within the Mirror Flower Water Moon Realm.

The terrifying sword energy pierced straight into a certain node in the domain, and directly penetrated LeBlanc, who was hiding there.

"Pfft............."

In an instant, LeBlanc's Mirror Flower Water Moon Realm truly vanished like a mirage, completely dissipating into nothingness.

The hazy, distorted scene around them vanished without a trace, like a deflated balloon.

As the Mirror Flower Water Moon Realm dissipated, Master Kushuo and Ruiyu, who had been under immense pressure, breathed a sigh of relief.

Both of them turned to look.

In the center of the earth, a woman dressed in a mage's robe, with heavy makeup on her face and unusually pale skin, was kneeling.

"Pfft.............473."

Thick, viscous blood carrying a putrid stench dripped continuously from LeBlanc's body.

On LeBlanc's chest and abdomen, a conspicuous wound stood out, sending a chill down one's spine.

"Cough cough............."

LeBlanc coughed twice, then raised her head with trembling hands to look at Fryego in the distance.

"No, this is impossible..."

LeBlanc's eyes were incredibly complex, containing disbelief, fear, resentment, endless hatred, and pain.

For thousands of years...

LeBlanc has lived since the primitive era a thousand years ago. Although she has lost countless memories, the name "Pale Lady" has always been a shadow hanging over the Noxian Empire.

At this moment, the illusion that LeBlanc relied on to rule the empire was so easily broken, which made LeBlanc feel both unacceptable and utterly despondent.

Chapter 311, Dying Struggle

This situation was hard for LeBlanc, whose domain had been broken, to accept, and even Master Kushuo and Ruiyu on the sidelines showed complicated expressions.

LeBlanc's terror is beyond the comprehension of those who haven't reached the legendary realm.

LeBlanc's powerful Mirror Flower Water Moon Domain could easily overwhelm the domains of both Ruiyu and Master Kushuo, and she even crushed Master Kushuo's soul blade with unpredictable means.

All these circumstances point to one thing: even if Master Kushuo and Ruiyu were to team up, they would still be no match for LeBlanc.

Even the powerful LeBlanc had her domain destroyed so easily by Feuergo, turning her into a lamb to the slaughter.

Just how strong is this Mr. "Li Ang"?

For a moment, both Master Ku Shuo and Rui Yu showed complicated expressions.

Everyone's expression was different, but seeing the "final boss" Pale Lady defeated, most people breathed a sigh of relief.

Among them, Ahri was the most excited.

The formidable strength displayed by Foyego filled Ahri with a strange sense of pride, and she looked around with a smug expression.

Even the fox ears that Foygo had played with before felt hot again, which made Ahri blush.

As the one who personally orchestrated bringing Foyego in as an outside aid, Luo, the young chieftain of the Ruiyu tribe in "Phoenix Legend," also breathed a sigh of relief.

Not to mention the people who were immersed in the joy of "defeating the BOSS".

In the arena, LeBlanc, the "final boss," was still alive, making the joy of the others seem premature.

....................

"Ahem...々~."

LeBlanc coughed twice more, then wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with a gloomy face and looked at Feuergo.

At this moment, Foygo, who had broken through the illusionary realm, was walking calmly toward the "behind-the-scenes boss" LeBlanc, a faint smile still on his face.

Soon, Foygo arrived in front of LeBlanc, and the two were only about ten meters apart.

This distance is considered "close at hand" even for legendary powerhouses, let alone for two people who have already surpassed the legendary level.

Fouguere's proximity to LeBlanc facilitated their subsequent conversation.

After all, this conversation was destined to remain unknown to anyone.

The moment Foygo stopped, an invisible force arose, seemingly isolating LeBlanc and Foygo from this world.

LeBlanc was no stranger to such methods; she often did similar things.

LeBlanc also used magical power to create a spatial rift on the prime plane of Runeterra that only she knew about, and then hid her true form inside it.

However, compared to Fryegor's methods, LeBlanc knew she was far from being able to reach that level.

It could even be said that the methods Fryego used were beyond LeBlanc's comprehension.

This is tantamount to Foygo forcibly isolating a piece of the prime plane from the world, a method that LeBlanc could not even imagine.

And without a doubt, only one being could accomplish all of this—God!

.....................

"Who exactly are you!?? Seven:?:Six?.Three,";Four!;,Eight!!Zero!'One,"'Five"Seven"

LeBlanc stared coldly at Fryego on the opposite side, her eyes filled with alertness and solemnity.

"As you can see, a swordsman."

Foygo chuckled, his face still bearing a calm and composed expression.

Taking this opportunity, Foygo took a serious look at the real appearance of the legendary "Pale Lady" for the first time.

To be honest, if you ignore LeBlanc's slightly exaggerated makeup, this "Pale Lady"...

She can indeed be considered a beautiful woman with a cold and aloof demeanor.

pity................

For Fouguereau, the appearance he was showing at this moment was merely a "shell".

LeBlanc can have as many of these "physical forms" as she wants.

As long as one does not reach the realm of "gods," any form of immortality comes at a price, and LeBlanc is no exception.

As a demigod with the attribute of death, Foygo smelled a stench from LeBlanc's soul decay.

If nothing unexpected happens, the LeBlanc in front of me should also be a target on the "Eternal Hunters Kindred" kill list.

It's just that Kindred is unable to track down LeBlanc due to the power of "Mirror Flower Water Moon".

At this moment, what another Death God of Runeterra failed to do, Folyago will accomplish on his behalf.

..................

As Foygo finished speaking, LeBlanc's expression changed once again.

She knew perfectly well that Foygo had no intention of revealing his true identity to her.

And LeBlanc was clearly no stranger to this kind of behavior.

Previously, concealing her true identity and manipulating everything from behind the scenes was something she enjoyed doing.

Seeing Fryegor's expression, LeBlanc already understood everything.

In some ways, the mysterious swordsman dressed in front of her might be the same kind of person as her.

But one thing LeBlanc could easily confirm was that this guy who could so easily break through her Mirror Flower Water Moon Domain had reached another level.

A level that LeBlanc has always dreamed of—demigod.

Now that she knew Feuerg wouldn't tell her his true identity, LeBlanc's concerns shifted to something else entirely.

Even though LeBlanc knew she would most likely get nothing, she still chose to ask.

"how did you do it?"

With LeBlanc's defeat already decided, there seems to be no point in dwelling on it anymore.

However, LeBlanc remained incredibly persistent about this, as if she could turn the tide of the battle once she learned how Fryeghor did it.

Folger remained silent with a smile, seemingly having already seen through all of LeBlanc's tricks.

Chapter 312, Kneeling Before the Marquis