Anivia didn't finish her words, but Ornn understood the meaning of her words.

As natural gods born with the birth of Runeterra, they normally would not have any worries. They did not have to worry that their power would weaken with the betrayal of mortals, nor did they have to worry that their power would dissipate with the passage of time.

But his brother, Valhair, was different.

In some people’s minds, he is the roar of thunder, the rolling thunderstorm, and Valheir; in others’ minds, he is desolation, a giant bear that has been struck by millions of swords and guns, and the one who stands tall.

But among those tribes who still follow the old ways, he is known as Volibear.

Destruction, power, and storms materialized. Volibear represents all that is unstoppable, as well as the wrath of the Freljord itself.

To the Volibear, many of the ancient customs of the Freljord had been forgotten. He saw human tribes hiding behind stone walls rather than facing the harshness of nature. He saw farmers working the land and herding their animals on pastures rather than gathering and hunting. He saw great rivers blocked by dams, unable to flow freely.

This is not his Freljord - Volibear is furious, and he is determined to tear down all traces of human civilization and return the Freljord to its ancient state and true wildness.

For this reason, he, who was already warlike and barbaric, provoked war again and again.

He once faced the challenge of Lissandra and blinded her eyes; he also fought desperate battles with some ancient beasts of the Freljord time and time again; and he even accepted challenges again and again.

This wild storm that swept across the Freljord has witnessed too many battles. Even gods would become exhausted by such fierce fighting.

Perhaps Volibear was tainted by blood; perhaps it was because of the injuries he suffered in battle after battle; or perhaps it was because his actions were going against the current - in short, his strength was slowly declining.

But Volibear was unaware of this. Under his wild call, more and more Freljord people began to respond, and he regained his support and followers.

His power grows with each follower he gains.

Volibear is gradually adapting to the power of faith.

If he does not stop his behavior, there will be only one outcome for him.

Ornn knew this clearly. After hesitating for a moment, his dull voice finally sounded again: "Isyaen, I promise you that I will come forward. If they walk on the earth and interfere in the affairs of the mortal world, I will persuade these reckless guys to return to their respective positions."

Although Ornn did not say it explicitly, his words clearly included his brother, Valhal.

He must dissuade his brother, either with his trusty hammer or with the fire of the mountains.

......

"This... this seems to be a spiritual world as well? But there doesn't seem to be any spiritual beings here."

Being in Zhang Xu's void space, Alora did not show much surprise. Although she had never seen such a scene before, she had already seen many similar scenes.

This is the innate talent and ability of this Vastaya.

"Strictly speaking, this does not belong to the spiritual realm, and it is impossible for a spirit to be born here..."

It’s hard to say.

Zhang Xu thought of the birth of void creatures. When the material realm collided with the void realm, the void was disturbed and void creatures were born.

However, his own void space is still far from developed to the point where it can be called a void realm, and naturally it is impossible for it to collide with the material realm to produce void objects - of course, the void objects he created naturally are another matter.

"Sindra, I leave it to you."

Facing Zhang Xu's gaze, Sindra nodded vigorously, and her eyes suddenly became focused.

......

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Ionia, Wuji Sword Sect.

Master Yi, the Wuji Sword Saint, was happy and worried at the moment - he was happy because he had just re-established the Wuji Sword Sect, choosing a location near an ancient sword tomb. This place was far away from the world and was a perfect place for cultivation. Moreover, he had discovered an excellent seedling in the newly-established sect, a disciple who was capable of inheriting the Wuji Way, Jun.

Although Jun is still just a young girl who has not experienced any training, she has already shown excellent talent. Under the guidance of Master Yi, her martial arts talent was soon realized and her strength improved by leaps and bounds.

Master Yi believed that in time, she would successfully inherit the entire Wuji Sword Sect and bring it back to glory.

But he was also worried in his heart - during the construction of the Wuji Sword Sect, he felt an extremely evil and terrifying power in the nearby sword tomb. This power seemed to have the ability to bewitch all minds like a charm.

He went there in person, discovered and brought back a strange chain sickle.

Even Master Yi had to rely on meditation to resist the bewitching power of this strange chain sickle. He discovered the threat of this chain sickle and decided to seal it.

Everything seems to be moving in a good direction, but accidents always come first.

A group of wandering bandits appeared in a nearby village, seeking help from the Wuji Sword Sect. Master Yi, who adhered to the Wuji Sword Way, went there with some new disciples.

However, he left his most valued disciple Jun in the Wuji Sword Sect.

In his opinion, opponents like bandits can hardly serve as a training ground for Jun. Instead of taking Jun out with him, it would be better to let Jun stay in the Wuji Sword Sect to meditate and hone himself.

Moreover, the chain sickle that has not been sealed yet also needs someone to look after it.

Master Yi never imagined that his decision would make him regret for the rest of his life.

Jun could not resist the temptation of the voice in the sickle and took the initiative to hold the sickle - in an instant, Jun's appearance changed drastically.

In an instant, the chain of the sickle tightly entangled Jun's arm. Purple-red blood spread all over his body, turning into spikes and armor. The color of his hair gradually faded and turned into a striking head of white hair.

Aatrox's former mortal enemy, the Darkin Zolani, has been completely resurrected.

The reborn Zolani felt her new body, clenched her fists tightly, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing an evil smile.

She raised her eyes and looked into the distance, abundant power surging out at this moment - the Wuji Sword Sect that Master Yi had worked so hard to rebuild was destroyed again in just a moment.

Zolani's evil plan and revenge...begins!

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