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

Zoranny's process of devouring Vel'Koz continued. Ato and the others tried various methods, but they could not break the evolving cocoon of light. So they simply stopped wasting their energy and tried to preserve their strength as much as possible.

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, the endless army of sowbugs finally showed signs of receding, and the follow-up power of the void rift seemed to be insufficient.

Anaka also joined the battle. Since Zorani was evolving right under their noses, the task of monitoring the seal was no longer necessary. It would be better to fight the woodlice on the front lines.

Concerned for his brother's safety, Aatrox asked Alara to take him into the spiritual realm to search for the Darkin dragon Fanbulai, but they found nothing.

“There’s none within dozens of miles, and none inside the light cocoon she evolved into…” Aatrox’s expression darkened. Could it be that Blei had already been devoured by Zolani?

Aura drooped her ears and hesitated before speaking, "Um... I have an idea."

Seeing that the two were looking at her, she continued, "Normally, apart from the abyss, the space in Freljord is relatively stable, and it is impossible for another rift to appear."

"To open the rift, we not only need to find the weakest point in the space, but more importantly, we need a high-level life energy supply. Since the person you're looking for isn't here, I think he should be..."

"It has become nourishment for opening the rift in the void."

Aatrox and Aatrox remained silent, especially Aatrox, whose anger seemed to be materializing.

Although Blai was not devoured by Zolani, he became nourishment for opening the rift, which was an insult to the Celestial Warrior who had once fought a life-or-death battle with the Void.

The world peace they fought so hard for has been manipulated at will, and they have ended up helping the enemy instead.

Seeing that his anger was about to erupt, Atto sighed, "Old man, come back first and calm down."

Aatrox's clenched fist trembled slightly. His anger was directed not only at Zoranny for killing his kin, but also at his own powerlessness to change the situation and his greatly diminished strength.

If I could have suppressed my ambition three thousand years ago, and cooperated with the Grand Secretary to stabilize the situation...

He exhaled, transformed into a phantom and returned to the sword sheath, forcibly calming himself down with the help of the divine sword sheath's power.

In the real world, Aura, who hadn't slept in a long time, yawned, greeted everyone, and then casually found a place to rest in the ruins of Frostguard Fortress.

—After being hit by Vek's ray, the fortress, even if it hasn't collapsed yet, is practically a ruin.

At this point, only a few scattered woodlice remained on the battlefield, which the warriors of the Avarosa and Cyrildar tribes could easily deal with. Their leaders, the two War Mothers, arrived at the ruins of the fortress.

Ashe was about to speak when Ryze raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute. You should already be having mild delirium. I still have a way to remove the corruption. Once the corruption deepens, you will become pure madmen. That's how dangerous it is to fight the Void."

Both mothers looked enlightened. They had been wondering what those strange sounds were, but after hearing the explanation, they felt a chill of fear.

Ryze's hands trembled as he formed hand seals, and an invisible array gradually covered the entire battlefield. All the warriors felt a cool sensation, and their fighting spirit soared.

"Phew... It's all burned out, children." Ryze didn't even have the strength to walk, so he sat cross-legged on the spot and began to meditate. His mana was completely exhausted.

Ashe bowed respectfully, sincerely thanking the bald mage for his efforts, and then asked solemnly, "Your Excellency Saint Lissandra, have we... considered ourselves victorious? And what was that purple cocoon of light?"

“A monster is being gestated inside, and it is also our greatest enemy,” Ato answered her question. “Without dealing with her, the war will not be won, but as you have seen, all attacks cannot break through that cocoon of light.”

"Also, the battles to come are beyond your reach. I appreciate your support, but for the sake of your tribes, leave here immediately and go as far away as possible."

Sejuani frowned. She knew the person speaking to her was the mysterious flesh giant with the strongest fighting power in the battlefield, so she politely said, "You want us to flee the battlefield and abandon you?"

“You are the War Mother, the leader of a clan, and you should be responsible for those who follow you.” Ato shook his head. “That ray monster is dead. The monster in the cocoon of light will only become stronger. If you want to experience a battle at the demigod level, you can stay. But I hope you can accept that the fate of the people of the Hearth Village ten thousand years ago has fallen on your Winter Claw tribe.”

“I…” Sejuani was speechless. She was a battle maniac, but not a fool. Ten thousand years ago, the battle between Ornn and Volibear killed all the people of Hearth Village in the vicinity just from the aftershocks. Did the flesh giant mean that the monster in the cocoon of light was comparable to a true demigod?

Ashe didn't hesitate and said decisively, "Freljord will protect you, heroes, take care!"

"All Avarosa troops, heed my command, retreat!"

A fiery red arrow streaked across the night sky, announcing the departure of the Avarosa tribe.

"My benefactor, take care!" Tryndamere gave Ator a deep look before leaving with Ashe.

Sejuani's expression shifted, but she ultimately chose to heed Ator's advice, mounted the Boar Steelbrist, and signaled the warriors of Winter's Claw to retreat.

Over the next few hours, Ato was on edge, worried that Zolani's evolution would suddenly be completed and devour all those who had not yet completely evacuated.

Perhaps they were truly blessed by Freljord, for even as the last person disappeared from sight, the purple cocoon of light remained lit, and evolution continued.

Lissandra had been wanting to speak for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, "So, is Ornn willing to help?"

Ator removed the horn hanging from his chest; the magma sheep had returned to its home on its own before the summoning time.

After the warriors from both tribes left, Ato conveyed his desire to meet to the horn, but there was no response.

"I don't know, I can't get in touch with Ornn for the time being."

Upon hearing this, Lissandra's tone was icy cold: "Hmph, I knew I couldn't trust demigods. Just like ten thousand years ago, they chose to stand by and watch. Humanity's fate can only be in its own hands."

Riven retorted, "No! Although I haven't met him many times, we've fought together. Given his temperament and his relationship with Ator, he wouldn't just stand by and watch!"

Lissandra sneered, "Little girl, when I was dealing with demigods, your ancestors weren't even born yet, and they were this indifferent..."

As soon as he finished speaking, something strange happened.

The purple cocoon of light, which had been silent all along, was now expanding!

Twenty meters, thirty meters, fifty meters... one hundred meters.

Swish!

The midnight sky was illuminated as if it were daytime, and a creature hundreds of meters tall, not humanoid, emerged from the cocoon of light.