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

"Tetsuo? How is that possible!"

"Are we playing the same game?!"

"No, I don't understand what you're saying?"

"Chen Yang's plant... is a champion from League of Legends! Mordekaiser, the Iron Revenant!"

"Holy crap, I always felt something was off about the name Mordekaiser, but I never dared to guess in that direction. Turns out it really is Ironclad Wraith!"

"Everyone plays Plants vs. Zombies, so why can he summon heroes!?"

Even the members of Chen Yang's team were so frightened by the sudden appearance of the huge iron armor that they retreated one after another.

"Chen Yang...you didn't say your plant would look like this..."

"You didn't even ask."

Everyone was relieved to see that the huge iron armor was just standing there without making any movement.

But they dared not get too close to this enormous creature that exuded a chilling aura.

Living beings instinctively resist the aura of the underworld.

Huang Aotian tentatively asked, "Chen Yang...you Mordekaiser, could it be the Mordekaiser from Valoran? The real deal?"

Before his time travel, Huang Aotian was also a loyal player of League of Legends.

"Uh, pretty much the same."

"Holy crap, I've played Mordekaiser top lane for 1,200 games in Silver rank, and I've actually seen him in person!"

It's like a fanboy who has been following his idol for years finally meeting him and insisting on getting his autograph, regardless of how many security guards are around.

Stars lit up in Huang Aotian's eyes as curiosity and longing even overshadowed his fear of the Netherworld aura.

He trotted forward excitedly and patted the black iron armor.

"This armor is fucking cool!"

The hammer swung. A crisp sound rang out.

Huang Aotian instantly returned to the respawn point.

Everyone was speechless when they saw this eccentric guy.

Fortunately, the electronic sound signaling the start of the competition rang out, and Huang Aotian didn't continue his idol-chasing plan.

"Chen Yang... There are nine Tier 4 plants on the other side. Our plants can also be of some help."

Although Mordekaiser did intimidate everyone, they couldn't help but worry when the game returned to normal.

They hadn't seen how strong a Tier 5 cultivator was, but they knew that nine Tier 4 cultivators would be considered top-tier combat power among all players.

"Yes, we can be of some use if we go on the field."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang pondered for a moment, his gaze falling upon the solitary, armored giant.

Before he could even consider it, Mordekaiser took a step forward, his heavy iron boots leaving deep imprints on the ground.

The tremor, accompanied by a shockwave, swept around the area.

He walked slowly forward, heading alone towards the garden at the other end of the arena.

"It's okay, let me go first."

Chen Yang waved his hand.

At the other end of the garden, Isaac witnessed this scene, a hint of fanaticism flashing across his face.

He suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, as piercing as the howl of a mad dog in the dead of night.

"Hahahaha! Funny, so funny!"

Then, Isaac abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes flashing with a morbid light, and tears even welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Chen Yang, this is fate... You survived last time so that you could personally deliver this fifth-tier being to me!"

"What a perfect creation! I sense... an endless aura of death!"

"Fifth rank...fifth rank..."

His voice suddenly turned cold, his gaze fixed on Chen Yang, and a twisted smile appeared on his lips.

"He'll be mine sooner or later..."

“I will tear every piece of its iron apart, crush its soul into dust! And then…and then…”

He licked his chapped lips.

"One day! Chen Yang will die by my hand, and this iron armor will be mine to use!"

"..." Chen Yang didn't want to waste words with the other party.

But Mordecais unexpectedly stopped, as if he had sensed something.

As the ruler of the underworld, Isaac was undoubtedly a qualified soul in his eyes.

It's worth taking another look at.

His icy gaze pierced through Isaac's body, staring directly into the depths of his soul.

Countless wronged souls entangled around Isaac's soul, twisting and churning, emitting mournful howls.

It was as piercing as tearing silk.

Every wronged soul is accusing and struggling, trying to break free from Isaac, but is bound tightly by an invisible force.

No matter how powerful these souls were in life, they all turned into helpless shadows before Isaac's talent [Soul Binding].

Any player killed by him will have their soul bound by him.

He will also be able to use the innate abilities of his soul.

If Mordekaiser had lived, Isaac would at least have been promoted to major.

"interesting……"

A deep murmur came from the armor.

But in just a few breaths, Mordekaiser finished examining Isaac.

Next comes the moment of harvest for the Lord of the Underworld.

The sound of iron boots hitting the ground was like the sound of war drums. The huge iron-armored figure walked straight into the garden, like a god emerging from the darkness, carrying an unstoppable majesty.

The battle begins instantly!

With a loud bang, an armored pea came hurtling in.

The spores that destroy the cowardly mushroom are sprayed out rapidly and densely like raindrops.

With the combined benefits of plant characteristics and deadly rhythm, this little mushroom became faster and faster as it was attacked, even leaving afterimages.

The silver cabbage was hurled with great force, each attack crashing down like a meteorite.

Just yesterday, Isaac repelled the relentless zombie onslaught with only these three Tier 4 plants.

With the combined efforts of the three plants, the opponent didn't even manage to destroy a single nut.

But now, countless attacks landed on Mordekaiser, only producing crisp clanging sounds and slowing his advance.

Only the Pea Sniper's attack can pierce the armor, but the moment the hole appears, a mysterious force will restore the armor to its original state.

As long as the core survives, the iron armor will never perish!

The three little ones couldn't stop Mordekaiser's advance.

He was like a moving steel mountain, approaching with boundless majesty.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Seeing Mordekaiser's unstoppable momentum, Isaac's eyes gleamed with even greater madness.

A fourth-order earth spike blocked the way.

Nightfall was raised and slammed down without hesitation.

The hammer blows, accompanied by a deafening roar, shook the entire garden.

However, only shallow dents remained on the ground spikes.

Mordekaiser struck again with a heavy blow, but still failed.

Isaac shook his head, looking utterly disappointed.

"Idiot! This nest of thorns is extremely durable, go around it!"

"How did Chen Yang train you?! After I kill him, I'll train you properly!"

This madman clearly already sees Mordecais as his own.

Outside the garden, Chen Yang's eyes were cold.

This scoundrel deserves to be killed!

He harmed his fellow countrymen, and his body is filled with the karma of killing.

He then made some outrageous remarks.

Although players cannot be killed in the Ascension Tournament, in Chen Yang's eyes, the opponent was already a corpse.

In the garden, Mordekaiser unleashed his third Nightfall at the ground spikes.

The conditions for triggering the skill [Darkness Rises] have been met.

As the blow landed, an eerie aura instantly filled the air.

A sudden gust of wind arose, bringing with it a biting chill.

Darkness descends.

Centered on him, a dark domain slowly spread out.

In the darkness, iron filings drifted out of nothingness, swirling with a sharp whistling sound, like the low moan of a wronged soul.

These iron filings were incredibly sharp; as they sliced ​​through the leaves and stems of the plants, they instantly left gruesome scars.

The Destruction Mushroom, which had triggered a deadly rhythm and was spraying more and more fiercely, buried itself in the ground.

The earth spikes seemed to sense something, trembling slightly in the cold wind as they looked at the enormous creature before them.

Mordecais slowly raised his hand.

The flying iron filings around him sensed his will and quickly gathered together.

With a cold swing of his arm, iron filings flew like a whirlwind towards the spikes blocking the road.

Deep wounds kept appearing, and the sharp blades slowly tore them apart.

The spikes writhed in pain, but soon they were completely crushed into dust.

Mordecais walked slowly through the crowd without stopping.