First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

“If I go north with you, who can do anything to you?” Viktor said confidently.

"Hmph, hahahaha!" Zolani couldn't help but laugh again. "More arrogant than me... Don't you know who rules this continent now?"

"The last emperor of Shurima has been resurrected! He is the master of the Sun Disc, one of the most perfect ascendants, on par with the Ascended Empress and the Imperial Grand General! He can control every grain of sand, and can crush you with a wave of his hand. How are we supposed to get to the North?!"

Although there was some exaggeration involved, Vicz understood that what she said was basically true to the situation.

"What's your hurry? Compared to the great Void, the new emperor of Shurima is just a powerful individual. Even someone as powerful as the Ascended Empress Wu died at our hands, didn't she?"

"You know that's 'you' too," Zolani sneered. "Without fully opening the rift, where does 'you' come from? Just these few thousand void creatures in this rift? Even without the Great General coming in person, I could wipe this place out once I'm back to my peak. The title 'Crimson Healer' is a compliment given to me by mortals after I ascended and fought against you."

Vel'Koz remained unperturbed: "I am not a creature of mere instinct, so since the Shurima Emperor was resurrected, I have rarely appeared in the outside world. The current power of the Void is meaningless to that emperor."

"Then why are you wasting your breath talking to me?" Zolani felt a surge of irritation and began to doubt the Void. "You, a high-ranking Void being, are you going to head north without using the cover of the mysterious black mist? Are you planning to wait until the mist completely dissipates before setting off? Do you want Azir to easily discover you?"

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Viktor replied rationally. “I never intended to do it the normal way in the first place.”

Upon hearing this, Zolani glanced at the Darkin Dragon Fanbulai, who was exhausted and almost fell into a deep sleep: "Let's make this clear first, the mental realm is no longer an option."

Vicz narrowed his single eye slightly: "Who said we were going to go into the spiritual realm? Don't worry, we won't use your fan, but a special plane, a plane similar to ours."

"That's why I'm waiting for the black mist to dissipate, because the black mist might cause a conflict with that dimension."

A special plane similar to the void?

Ancient Shurima and the Void fought for many years, and many scholars have studied them, trying to understand their origins.

It was eventually discovered that the Void did not belong to this world, but was an independent, empty space in the universe, connected to Runeterra through a channel. The combination of primordial energy and the material world created the monsters of various shapes.

Could it be that Runeterra has a fourth plane besides the material realm, the spiritual realm, and the void?

Zolani was unwilling to relinquish control of the cooperation: "How can you be so sure that dimension won't betray you and will definitely help you?"

Velcz said calmly, "This is a matter between the Void Will and that Plane Lord. You don't need to worry about it. All you need to do is wait. Once the black mist disappears, I will take you to the north."

Zolani was completely out of options. She had lost the initiative in the cooperation. The one-eyed creature was exceptionally difficult to deal with, and several attempts to challenge its plans ended in failure.

At this moment, not only is there black mist outside, but the general and his men seem to be busy saving the world, probably searching for the source of the black mist. However, Shurima is not safe either, as Azir has not left to protect the people and can be found at any time.

The only option is to follow the Cyclops's plan, take all the risks to open the rift in the north, and then let the Void help capture Aatrox, without considering the possibility of the other party going back on their word.

Thinking of this, Zolani stopped arguing and unceremoniously found a place inside the rift to rest and heal her wounds.

Velcz grunted in satisfaction and ordered the other void creatures not to approach, but to keep a close watch on her from a distance. Then he drifted off to who-knows-where.

The black mist disappeared faster than expected, completely dissipating in less than ten days. Just to be on the safe side, Vicz waited a few more days, and after confirming the situation outside the house several times, he went to Zolani's side, who was resting with her eyes closed.

Because she was a doctor, her injuries had healed, but Bolai, who was standing next to her, was in poor condition, lacking blood and flesh to replenish, and unable to enter the mental realm for an extended period of time.

"Are you ready to go?"

Zolani opened her eyes and said calmly, "As long as you confirm that there's nothing wrong with that dimension, it's fine."

Vicz's tone became more serious: "Let me tell you in advance, once you enter that dimension, no matter what you see, you must not do anything rash. Just keep your head down and keep going. Don't look around too much."

"Weren't you quite confident before?" Zolani said dismissively. "Lead the way."

Velcz fell silent, his outer shell crackling as it completely enveloped his purple eye, making it appear as if he had closed it.

A few minutes later, the shell opened again, and the purple monocular eye was tinged with gray.

A thin gray ray shot out from the eye and struck the space inside the rift, and soon countless cracks appeared in that area.

The spatial barrier is about to be shattered!

Zolani frowned, feeling uneasy about the aura seeping from the cracks.

With a sound of shattering glass, space cracked, forming a large hole several meters in diameter. Inside, everything was shrouded in a gray haze, and nothing could be seen.

Then came an extremely dense aura of death.

There were no other void creatures around, their instincts telling them to stay away from this ominous place.

"What dimension is behind this...?" Zolani's spiritual sense was frantically warning her, and she desperately tried to restrain herself from escaping.

Vel'Koz withdrew his beam and wrapped his tentacles around the two Darkin: "You have no chance to back out now. Don't worry, I've been in and out many times. As long as we don't disturb the plane's ruler, he generally ignores us. His ass and throne seem to be fused together..."

Zolani did not resist, her body trembling slightly; that dimension instilled in her an instinctive fear.

“Hoo... I can do it, Aatrox. I will get you, no matter the cost.”

The three of them slowly passed through the opening, and the space's self-repairing ability quickly took effect, causing the opening to disappear as if it had never existed.

In the narrow crevice of space, the thick aura of death made it almost impossible for Zolani to breathe.

With the two Darkin in tow, Vel'Koz darted around with his single eye, deftly dodging the spatial turbulence attacking from all directions.

When a faint light appeared and it could vaguely see its surroundings, it breathed a sigh of relief: "We've arrived."

Zolani opened her eyes and saw the most shocking scene she had ever seen in her life.

On the vast, gray, and desolate plain, countless spirits burning with the flames of their souls stood there blankly, their eyes empty, motionless for a long time.

Suddenly, they all looked up at the uninvited guests visiting from mid-air.