In the alliance, the more they attack me, the stronger I become!

In her worldview, her most beloved brother Ornn is an invincible existence. No demigod dares to provoke his hammer - his power is destructive to all things in the world.

But he just said... "Difficult to seal"? And he needed the help of mortals?

"I know you must have a lot of questions right now." Ornn gradually lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that the people on the mountaintop would hear him.

"But now is not the time to dwell on such matters. I summoned you to see if there is any way to dissolve a portion of the True Ice seal and rescue the other mortal who was accidentally frozen without releasing the demon."

"Mortal?" The kind-hearted Anivia became interested.

"He sacrificed himself to seal the demon. We sealed his soul and the demon's soul in the same block of True Ice."

"Oh?"

"Go and see, Anivia."

"If that's your request... well, I'm certainly willing to help."

Anivia nodded, waved her icy blue wings goodbye, and then flew to the top of the mountain. But what she didn't notice was that the moment she left, Ornn immediately "ran away", as if he was afraid of being held accountable.

And Lissandra on the top of the mountain already knew everything.

She stood up early and faced the direction where Anivia was flying, and bowed the moment the blue light passed over the cliff.

So Anivia saw a polite mortal and a black ice sculpture.

She landed steadily on the ground, without any airs of a god, and walked forward very friendly.

But when that mortal raised his head again... when she saw his face clearly...

Her face suddenly turned bad.

"Is that you, Lissandra?"

"Huh?" Lissandra was also stunned when she heard this question - she had seen him from a distance once before, but failed to talk to him. In theory, this kind demigod did not know her.

This took her by surprise.

But not happy.

Because she could sense... Anivia's tone was negative. She didn't like herself.

"I know you, Lissandra." A hint of contempt and dissatisfaction was revealed in Anivia's tone - she felt that she was so unlucky today that she met the two people she hated the most in just ten minutes.

One Volibear and one Lissandra.

"You deceived Ornn, and later ruled the northern Freljord with brutality, causing constant strife in the south... You are disgusting."

"This..." Lissandra was speechless.

But Anivia had no intention of letting this mortal go. She continued tauntingly, "But you don't look strong at all now. Your magic has become very weak, and where is the True Ice shield on your body? You look no different from an ordinary person now, even more miserable."

"..." Lissandra pursed her lips and did not refute.

She really didn't expect that the legendary kind and benevolent Ice Crystal Phoenix would be so...venomous.

Maybe she has a kind heart, but her sharp tongue is really not commendable.

"What bad luck to see you," Anivia said, covering her head with one of her wings, looking disgusted, as if there was a nauseating smell in the air. "Looks like I'll have to comb my wings again when I get home. What bad luck."

Lissandra also knew that she had made many mistakes in the past, and even deceived the kind-hearted Ornn... So now that Anivia scolded her, she accepted it all and did not feel any resentment at all.

But now is not the time to admit mistakes.

You can scold her or mock her, but please wait a moment.

The most important thing now is...

"Respected God of Storms and Ice, please take a look at this first."

Lissandra lightly raised her fingertips and used magic to lift the True Ice ice sculpture in front of Anivia.

The latter immediately saw the mortal in the ice sculpture and a... giant dark red sword stained with evil aura.

Mortals aside, the aura emanating from the giant sword made her feel very uncomfortable. Even if it weren't stained with blood, she could tell that this sword had definitely slain countless lives.

Hundreds... no, a thousand? No, far more than that...

At least an entire mortal kingdom must be slaughtered to create such an extremely bloody and brutal atmosphere.

Anivia understood instantly that her brother was not exaggerating.

The soul hiding in the giant sword... that terrible demon really has a terrifying power that even Ornn finds difficult to deal with.

If such a being were allowed to escape free, the Freljord—and indeed the world—would be plunged into a dire crisis.

"What a scary guy..."

Anivia's expression was solemn. She knew her power wasn't exceptional among the other demigods, and was even weaker than Ornn and Volibear. If even they couldn't defeat this demon, then she was certainly no match.

If she accidentally let this demon free, she would have no chance of sealing it back again.

So……

Anivia turned her attention to another part of the ice sculpture—the young mortal. At first glance, aside from his pale complexion, he seemed unremarkable. But upon closer inspection, she discovered...

This mortal man actually has several magical powers hidden in his body.

But the most intuitive and shocking thing to her was... the aura of Ornn and Volibear were clearly there.

This unknown mortal actually possesses the power of a demigod?

"No wonder even Ornn is optimistic about him..." Anivia was amazed, and she could understand why Ornn went to so much trouble to find her.

"Cheng Xiao is the person with the most potential I've ever met." At this moment, Lissandra also spoke: "I see a new hope in him—about the monsters beneath the Howling Abyss. Perhaps he can completely eliminate that danger."

"Oh?" Upon hearing the Howling Abyss, Anivia immediately remembered Lissandra's deception of Ornn - the bridge above the abyss was built by this mortal who deceived Ornn into building it.

But compared to this, Anivia was more concerned about Lissandra's affirmation of Cheng Xiao.

Although this mortal is cunning, despicable, shameless, cruel... and all kinds of bad, it is undeniable that she is indeed one of the most powerful and visionary mortals in the Freljord in ten thousand years.

Avinia's favorite mortal back then was Avarosa, the rational and kind mortal who ended the conflict in the ice field and united the entire Freljord, which coincided with her philosophy.

Even Avarosa cannot be said to be stronger than Lissandra in terms of personal ability.

This cunning mortal is indeed quite capable.

No matter how annoying she is, her judgment is always credible.

As Anivia weighed the pros and cons, Lissandra added, "Cheng Xiao single-handedly established the Freljord Alliance and helped the descendants of Avarosa and Serilda become leaders of the Alliance. He brought unity and peace back to this land."

It was obvious that Lissandra knew what the demigod in front of her liked.

And her "little trick" did work.

Anivia's eyes lit up when she heard this. As the most benevolent demigod of the Freljord, she desperately wanted the Freljord to be unified rather than its tribes operating in isolation.

Her soul itself is the embodiment of the Freljord, and as long as the Freljord exists, she will never die.

Her magnificent wings are a symbol of peace in the Freljord.

"Alright, alright, for Ornn's sake." The Ice Phoenix shrugged very humanely, "But before I try, I must confirm two things with you."

"Please speak." Lissandra said respectfully.

"First, are you sure the demon is asleep? He's not hiding his presence?"

"I'm sure. I once entered Cheng Xiao's dream with the devil, and I was the one who put him into a deep sleep."

"Well, that's good. Second question—" Anivia paused, then said seriously, "Whatever the reason, if the demon awakens, do you have a way to seal him back?"

Lissandra didn't dare to answer this question easily without thinking.

But after thinking for a long time, she still nodded with difficulty.

"If the demon awakens again, I will sacrifice my life and seal him away again with the strongest icy magic I can summon."

Hearing this, Anivia was silent for a moment.

She couldn't see Lissandra's eyes, which were covered by the crown, but she could feel her sincerity.

Maybe she had deceived Ornn in the same way before... but this time, Anivia chose to trust her again.

"If you won't break your promise, then get started."

As she spoke, Anivia spread her wings, and the gorgeous feathers almost swallowed Lissandra's entire body in the shadow.

"How will you do that?" Lissandra asked. "Can you quietly melt some of the True Ice?"

"You doubt me?" Anivia glared disdainfully. "When I used True Ice to bring down storms or protect mortals, you were still in your infancy."

This sarcastic remark left Lissandra speechless again.

But at the same time, she also realized her offense - when it comes to the ability to control the ice element, she really has no right to question the other party.

After all, there is a legend circulating among the people...

Among the many enduring and deeply held stories, one of the most revered holds that Anivia's greatest gift to the Freljord was her creation of True Ice, a pure and profound substance infused with elemental magic that never melts.

Perhaps the appearance of Zhenbing is debatable, but Anivia's ability to control Zhenbing is unquestionable.

Without any sacrifice, Anivia's understanding and application of True Ice Magic is absolutely the best in the world.

She doesn't need to pay any price to cast the ice magic within her ability, just like an ordinary magician using ordinary magic.

This also gave Lissandra confidence - if she accidentally released the demon, at the cost of her life plus Anivia's power, she would definitely be able to seal it again.

Anivia is much stronger than Ashe and Sejuani combined.

"I'm starting."

As she finished speaking, powerful magic gushed out from Anivia's beautiful feathers.

The surrounding temperature dropped by dozens of degrees in an instant, as if even the air was about to condense.

The power of True Ice Magic...even Lissandra, known as the "Ice Queen", would be fascinated by it.

Perhaps this power is not as violent as Volibear's, nor as strong as Ornn's, but it is definitely the most in line with the characteristics of Freljord.

The black ice that froze Cheng Xiao and the Darkin Sword began to melt under this powerful magic...

Lissandra's heart was in her throat, she was both excited and nervous.

Anivia was concentrating on casting the True Ice magic, paying no attention to anything else.

So what neither of them noticed was...

The dark red giant sword frozen in the ice flashed a barely perceptible scarlet light.

But what awakened was Cheng Xiao's soul...

Chapter 91: I think you still have your charm

Cheng Xiao's sweet dream was disturbed again.

In his dream, he had just bought a 200-square-meter mansion in the center of Demacia's metropolis with full payment, and was hired as the head coach of the 30,000-strong Demacia Imperial Guard. His monthly salary was as high as 300 gold coins, and his status was so high that even Zhao Xin, the governor of Demacia, had to greet him when he saw him.

You are about to reach the peak of your life.

But... just when he was having the most pleasant dream, a hoarse and angry voice woke him up.

"What kind of lowly dream is this? You are so low-class and disappointing to me, you lowly maggot!"

As soon as Cheng Xiao opened his "eyes", he saw a huge dark red sword floating in front of him.

Needless to say, this is naturally Aatrox's Darkin Sword.

"What do you care about me?" Cheng Xiao's soul transformed into a human form and rolled its eyes at the other person. "If you don't like it, next time I dream about you being led by the Twilight Star Spirit like a dog and taken for a walk outside?"

"How dare you have such dirty thoughts! You make me sick! Disgusting!!"

Aatrox's angry roar shook the soul world, but the shattered dream scenes around him did not completely dissipate in this roar. It was Cheng Xiao who took the initiative to end those beautiful scenes.

This made Cheng Xiao feel a little strange - theoretically, Aatrox could interfere with and destroy his fantasy world at will. After all, the other party's soul power was countless times stronger than his.

Just like before.

Then why...