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

He seemed to recall Foygo's command—to destroy everything in front of him!

It is precisely because of this that Hecarim has become completely unrestrained!

At this moment, all he wanted was to satisfy his bloodlust!

Finally, Hecarim spotted an island in the distance.

The island is teeming with life!

That's right, it's this vibrant life force!

A hint of intoxication flashed in Hecarim's eyes.

He seemed to already imagine the exhilarating pleasure that would come when his halberd tore through the bodies of living beings!

Just then, a deafening sound suddenly rang out in the sky.

"Stop right there! You disgusting monster!!!"

A golden streak of light descended from the sky, and a powerful force forced Hecarib to do everything in his power to stop it.

Suddenly, a ghostly blue flame ignited on the halberd in Hecarim's hand, and he swung it forcefully toward the sky.

A halberd burning with eerie blue flames met a statue radiating golden light in mid-air.

"boom!"

Golden light and eerie blue flames suddenly erupted, even dispelling the surrounding black mist for a short time!

The collision of the two powerful energies ended with Hecarim being pushed back several dozen meters.

"Monster! This road is blocked!"

Illaoi stared at the centaur monster she had sent flying with a single blow, her tone filled with coldness.

Illaoi managed to stop Hecarim, but she couldn't stop the Black Mist.

This is the power of a demigod, and it is an inevitable trend.

Russia alone is indeed powerless to do anything.

Illaoi only needs to stop this powerful evil spirit, and that will be enough.

"Weak mortal! How dare you stand in the way of the great Hecarim!"

Illaoi's obstruction drove the already insane Hecarim into a state of complete madness.

Hecarim's blue soulfire blazed wildly in his eye sockets, engulfing his entire body in flames that symbolized destruction and slaughter.

"Witness the power of the Shadow Isles!!!!!"

Hecarim brandished his halberd and charged toward Illaoi.

In an instant, Hecarim's speed became so fast that it was impossible to see clearly, like a streak of dark blue light.

Accompanying Hecarim were the wails of countless vengeful spirits!

Faced with Hecarim's all-out, aggressive attack, a look of seriousness flashed in Illaoi's eyes.

During the Night of Soul Devouring, the power of all the undead was enhanced!

Hecarim, who was originally inferior to Illaoi, now possesses power equal to Illaoi's!

"The eternal power of the universe!"

"Move!!!"

Illaoi swung the golden idol in her hand with great force, striking towards Hecarim.

Golden divine power emanated from the statue and quickly condensed into a giant tentacle.

The tentacles, imbued with awe-inspiring divine power, lashed out at Hecarim.

The azure light clashed once again with the golden divine power.

This time, both attacks were delivered with full force by the two players in their normal state.

"boom!"

The force released by the two in this collision was even more terrifying than before!

The ocean was stirred up by the combined force of the two men, creating waves nearly a hundred meters high!

"Lie!!!"

"what!!!!"

Countless undead within the black mist were also annihilated by the aftershocks of this power.

This battle between the two can be described as a fight of extremely high level among mortals.

Moments later, the surging waves scattered into a shower of water droplets that fell to the ground.

Hecarim's body appeared somewhat damaged, and his once ferocious ghost armor was now covered with pits and dents.

Even Hecarim's soul fire has weakened somewhat.

Clearly, Hecarim sustained some injuries in the collision.

On the other hand, Illaoi was still unharmed, with only a slight scratch on her arm.

Which one is strong and which one is weak is clear at a glance.

Even with the buff from Soul Eater, Hecarim is still no match for Illaoi.

However, this showdown has only just begun.

Despite being legendary powerhouses, neither of them has yet unleashed their respective domains.

text

Chapter Sixty-Three, A Major Event! The Battle of Bilgewater!

Bilgewater.

Tonight, this city is destined to be shrouded in fear.

Karthus, leading the undead of the Shadow Isles, has bypassed the Temple of Balor and landed in Bilgewater from the other side.

Karthus leaped into the air, coldly observing everything that was happening below.

In fact, all it takes is Karthus making a move.

With his legendary rank and immense power, he only needed to softly sing a requiem over Bilgewater.

This would cause a large number of souls in Bilgewater to be devoured by the black mist.

However, Karthus showed no desire to make a move, simply watching as the evil spirits and black mist below spread throughout Bilgewater.

Is Karthus simply shirking his duties?

That's certainly not the case.

In reality, Karthus had a more important mission.

........

Every Bilgewater resident can feel that this year's Night of the Dead and the number of the undead are several times greater than in previous years.

This is naturally because Folyago restrained the black mist that used to spread everywhere, concentrating it all within Bilgewater.

At this moment in this city, every minute and every second, people are losing their souls to the black mist because they cannot resist the invasion of the Soul-Devouring Night.

On the streets of Bilgewater, swarms of black mist could be seen everywhere, plundering souls.

If this continues, the entire city may be destroyed.

..........

Old John is a retired sea monster hunter who runs this tavern.

At this moment, he was bracing the door tightly with a wooden bolt, while holy water, which he had bought at great expense, was being sprinkled in front of the door.

He stuffed every corner of the house with cotton cloth to prevent the black mist from seeping in.

This is also the experience the Bilgewater people have gained over many years in resisting the Black Fog's attacks.

In the past, this might have been somewhat effective.

But now... facing a black fog several times stronger than in previous years... these methods are ultimately futile.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

Outside the door, the sound of undead banging against the door could be heard continuously.

Old John gritted his teeth, looking at his trembling wife and terrified children beside him, and could only muster his last bit of strength to forcefully hold the door shut.

Because he knew that once the spirits broke through the door, his entire family would likely have no way to survive.

But at this moment.

"boom!"

The originally sturdy door panel was smashed open by the undead!

A hideous and terrifying evil spirit was standing outside the door.