I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

As night fell, the original deep blue of the sky was gradually swallowed by an even more intense darkness, a pitch black that seemed to surge from the abyss.

Dark clouds rolled in, and a chilly wind swept up, swallowing up the already thin light above the royal city.

The air seemed to freeze, and every breath carried a suffocating chill.

Dark runes were drawn from Niba's spirit body, whistling as they merged into the inky clouds.

As the runes disappeared, the darkness in the sky intensified, like an endless abyss opening its gaping maw high above.

A strange energy began to surge from the ground of the royal city, a fear emanating from the underground shelters.

The desperate screams and panicked cries of countless people materialized, and black ripples spread from the ground like countless twisted tentacles, converging towards the darkness of the sky.

This energy, like fuel being continuously ignited in a flame, nourishes the darkness of the sky and awakens something slumbering—

It was born from the first scream of antiquity, and is the embodiment of all life's most primal fear of death.

A low rumbling sound came from afar. Was it the wind? Or the whisper of some kind of demon from the darkness?

At this moment, whether mortals, plants, or even ninth-order beings, all felt the most primal emotion in their hearts—fear—being stirred up.

The air in the royal city became thick and viscous, as if it might collapse at any moment.

A strange outline began to appear in the dark clouds; it was enormous, distorted, and its shape was indistinguishable.

All of this was in preparation for its arrival—Fiddlesticks, fear itself.

The distorted shape gradually became clearer, and the darkness in the air was rendered like an endless abyss.

Runes flowed, and in the darkness, it seemed as if hundreds of scarlet eyes were gazing upon the world.

This embodiment of fear blotted out the sky, as if the whole world had been plunged into a dark, cold night.

A chilling aura of death permeated the air, and every inch of the land seemed to be groaning softly.

Isabella stood frozen on the high platform, her eyes reflecting the black runes flowing in the sky.

The runes seemed to come alive, slowly rotating and merging into the boundless darkness. She opened her mouth, but only uttered two words: "Corpse plague?!"

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, the fear and shock so intense that even she herself felt like a stranger to it.

Only Sabella herself knew that a single fragment of the Corpse Plague Imprint in the hands of the Corpse Cult Leader was enough to plunge the entire world into chaos.

But now, what comes into view is such a large number of plague runes.

The aura emanating from those runes made her clearly realize that this was the arrival of calamity.

Her legs began to weaken, and cold sweat slid down her forehead. It wasn't until a servant came forward to help her that she managed to steady her swaying body.

As the nominal queen of the Yuan people, this was the first time the servants had ever seen Isabella so out of control.

However, her gaze remained fixed on the gradually solidifying dark phantom, as if she were being held captive by some invisible force.

"Quickly...quickly authorize the use of Titan Plants!"

Isabella finally spoke, her voice trembling with urgency and even barely concealed panic.

At this moment, her intuition told her that if she didn't use this trump card, the royal city would be completely wiped out from the world.

Meanwhile, throughout the royal city, the ninth-tier beings were also alarmed by the strange changes in the sky.

They were all top experts in the world, yet without exception, they all felt an unprecedented chill.

The aura flowing from that dark phantom seemed to excavate fear from the deepest recesses of living beings, something that even ninth-tier beings could neither resist nor escape.

"What exactly is that..." a ninth-tier being murmured to himself, his voice low and deep, even he himself seemed somewhat incredulous.

"Such a concentrated zombie plague... what exactly is this thing..."

In the air, the terrifying phantom continued to coalesce, becoming clearer with each passing second.

Beneath this terrifying entity that had not yet solidified, almost all the ninth-tier beings were subjected to a certain degree of oppression.

They sensed that the plague within their bodies was being stripped away by the powerful force in the air.

The consequence of the plague leaving the body is that they lose most of their power, becoming useless beings with only a ninth-order life level but no real power.

Now, just fighting the abnormal movements of the zombie plague within their own bodies has consumed a great deal of their energy.

Just as the other ninth-tier beings were at a loss, Aatrox burst out of the darkness, his crimson wings suddenly spreading wide, and a gale burst forth from his side.

Unlike the other ninth-tier beings, the suppression of that strange power in the air only trapped him for a moment.

His roar shook the heavens and the earth, proclaiming his defiance and rage, his crimson eyes fixed on the ninth-tier creatures that were still struggling in the air.

The obsidian giant sensed his killing intent first, but under the pressure of the shadow, the giant moved slowly and before it could react, Aatrox had already swung his greatsword and cleaved the obsidian giant's body in two.

The blade, carrying destructive power, cleaved into the obsidian giant's body, instantly shattering its rock-hard shell into pieces. The fragments fell to the ground, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

The giant crashed to the ground, and Aatrox spread his wings and stood atop the corpse, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty fervor, as if he wanted to devour everything.

He attempted to absorb the remaining power of the obsidian giant, but at that moment, another change occurred.

The broken black runes on the obsidian giant's body seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, transforming into streams of dark light that flew towards the strange entity in the air.

The runes were swept away like ribbons, silently yet irresistibly.

"return!"

Aatrox's roar tore through the air, his voice filled with resentment and rage.

He took flight, wielding his greatsword, and actually managed to stop the dispersing mass of runes.

He suppressed it under his sword, the runes twisting and surging on the greatsword as if struggling to break free from his control.

The actions of this red-winged demon seemed to have attracted the attention of the strange being in the sky.

The previously illusory and unclear existence began to gradually solidify.

Streaks of pitch-black mist, like tentacles, extended from its form, filling the sky and swallowing up the light.

The outline of that existence finally appeared.

A gigantic figure blotted out half the sky, as if all darkness and despair were gathered upon it.

Ancient Fear – Fiddlesticks.

Its form resembles a twisted scarecrow, woven from countless resentments and fears, with deep-set, empty eyes that emit a chilling, eerie light.

All the twisted things in the world are concentrated in it.

Fiddlesticks hovered in mid-air, its form sometimes solid and sometimes illusory, yet it pressed down on the entire royal city.

It is a reflection of all the fears in people's hearts.

Aatrox stared directly at Fiddlesticks with his bloodshot eyes.

He could sense that the monster had developed a strong interest in him.

At this moment, the monster Fiddlesticks, whose size was comparable to that of a royal city, leaned slightly forward, and what could perhaps be called its head slowly pressed down, as if to carefully observe the red-winged creature on the ground.