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

But he couldn't just row over there like a fool, otherwise there would definitely be countless greedy and suffering undead souls "lining the streets to welcome him".

After thinking for a moment, he stood up from the boat.

Then he jumped into the calm black sea.

The sea began to ripple, and the cold liquid poured into mortal ears. Cheng Xiao could no longer hear the roars of the undead, and the power of the devil surged within him.

He had been "killed" by Tam once, so naturally he had gained a small portion of Tam's power. Of course, he couldn't freely cross any [River] in the world like Tam, but he could still cross short distances.

Isn’t the sea also a boundless river?

Gurgle… Gurgle…

Strange bubbles surged beneath the water. Cheng Xiao didn't swim towards Shadow Island, but instead continued to swim deeper into the seabed.

Finally, he saw an unusual whirlpool deep in the ocean and dove into it.

The next moment, the familiar sea breeze slapped his wet face, and the pleasant feeling of breathing air again replaced the liquid that had choked into his alveoli.

He opened his eyes and found that he had arrived at his destination - a stream on the Shadow Isles.

Well... well, rather than a [stream], it's more like a disgusting [swamp].

The water was shallow and sticky, and the foul-smelling mud almost tightly wrapped around the feet of the living. Countless corpses of unknown creatures were buried at the bottom of the river, and undead spirits that could not leave were wandering around.

"I can't imagine this place was once a holy place for practitioners..."

Cheng Xiao looked around again, and all the dilapidated scenes made him think of a terrible word - [death].

The place was devastated, dark and dilapidated, with ruins left by the collapse of ancient civilization everywhere. Countless stone statues symbolizing holiness were broken into several sections and fell to the ground, revealing a sense of evil that had defeated the gods.

Looking out, countless dead trees stood on the wasteland. They were leafless, without water, yet they remained alive, trapped in a strange state of neither life nor death. Black mist lingered between the trunks, as if it were their harbor.

"When the Haunting Night comes, the scene here will probably be even more horrifying... Where once this place was bustling and bustling, now it's as desolate and dead as ever."

Even Cheng Xiao, who had been mentally prepared, couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

This cursed land once nurtured a noble, enlightened civilization, known to its allies and envoys as the Blessed Isles. However, over a thousand years ago, an unprecedented magical catastrophe shattered the barrier between the material and spiritual realms, merging the two... and instantly wiping out all life.

Now, a malevolent black mist permanently lingers over the archipelago, and the land itself is tainted by a foul sorcery.

The souls of those who perish within the Black Mist are cursed to dwell in this nightmarish land for eternity. Worse still, the Shadow Isles grow stronger with each passing year, allowing the most powerful spirits to plague further and further across the Runeterra.

In a place like this, even Cheng Xiao, who possesses the "power of God", dares not be careless.

He ignored the harassment from the ordinary undead and went straight to the purpose of his coming here - sensing Leblanc's magical aura.

He wanted to try to find the cunning and vicious bad woman here and ruin her deal with the undead.

But... unfortunately, not everything goes so perfectly and smoothly.

He sensed for a long time but couldn't find Leblanc's magical aura - he couldn't even sense the aura of any living person other than himself.

But he would not be discouraged by this. After all, it was just an attempt, and he never thought that success would be such a good thing.

He has prepared to stay on this isolated island for the next ten days.

Even if he really couldn't reach Leblanc for more than ten days, at least he could learn more about the undead, and when the Harrowing Night came, he would be able to better organize the people of Bilgewater to resist the invasion of the black fog.

"It's almost done..."

When Cheng Xiao tried to sense the magical aura, a lot of thick fog had gathered around him, which was obviously not in line with the laws of nature - those were the poor ghosts imprisoned here, neither alive nor dead.

They attack any living being who steps onto this land unconsciously and violently, attempting to absorb their vitality.

And Cheng Xiao’s vitality… is endless.

He is even more "immortal" than those undead spirits.

A thick fog surrounded him for a long time, but it was found that this strange living person showed no signs of "withering".

Then it was Cheng Xiao's turn to take action - he tightly grasped the Doran's Sword forged by a demigod, and the otherworldly divine power began to rotate.

With a light swing of the sword, the thick fog dissipated instantly. The area within a hundred meters in front of him was no longer shrouded in thick fog for the first time in a long time. The painful screams of the undead disappeared with the wind of the sword - they were finally freed.

Then, Cheng Xiao carefully observed the traces of the undead that he had cleared away... He was sure that the Doran's Sword, which possessed divine power, could easily wipe out the undead, but what about ordinary weapons?

Could mortal guns and cannons defeat them? Couldn't Gangplank have simply led everyone into hiding?

Hmm...this needs some more research.

Cheng Xiao put away the Doran's Blade again and found a brick on the ground that looked relatively sturdy.

Can this thing kill ghosts...?

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Meanwhile, deep in the Shadow Isles.

In a cave full of corpses.

A terrifying spider, bigger than a human, walked out of the darkness, its eyes moving around as if looking for something.

After a while, it stopped searching and just started wandering around the cave entrance.

Ta-ta-ta… Ta-ta-ta…

The sound of those huge and sharp spider legs stepping on the ground was like a pair of high heels or a pair of sharp knives that could kill people.

It was originally sleeping, but now it has woken up and seems a little anxious.

Because it was woken up.

It wasn't a sound, but a kind of... fluctuation. The web where it slept had captured some kind of energy fluctuation.

It came from a distance and wasn't particularly strong, but the sensitive spider web still captured the slight fluctuation.

The strangest thing is that that energy... carries a strong breath of life.

That wasn't the sound of an undead spirit, but a living creature. Not necessarily a human, but definitely alive.

This is strange... there can't be any living things on the Shadow Isles.

The huge spider lingered in front of the cave entrance for a while and then went back into the cave.

After a moment, the sharp sound of the ground collapsing disappeared.

Instead, there was the sound of slow, graceful footsteps.

Then, a beautiful, charming and slightly weird woman walked out.

There was a hint of confusion in her scarlet eyes, but more of a terrible desire to kill.

"Is this a new sacrifice sent by the Pale Lady...? And there was no notice at all."

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"Hatred...anger...pain..."

"Despair...sadness...resentment..."

"Curse... Cruelty... Killing..."

More and more voices echoed in her ears. Cheng Xiao gradually got used to this strange feeling and could vaguely understand what they were saying.

The souls bound here expressed their pain, chattering in a voice and language that was neither human nor inhuman, praying that anyone could hear them.

But once someone understood it, what awaited them was not the gratitude of the dead, but hunting.

These pitiful souls have had their freedom and consciousness restricted by a mysterious force. Endless pain drives them to absorb the vitality of the living. Only in this way can the pain they suffer be slightly alleviated.

Cheng Xiao heard too many voices, too many wails of the dead.

But no matter what they said, there was only one word he could truly feel from the words—

"relief……"

Those pitiful dead souls are begging for relief.

And Cheng Xiao would not refuse their small request - with a wave of the divinely powerful Doran's sword, these ordinary ghosts were reduced to ashes.

Cheng Xiao didn't know whether there was such a thing as "reincarnation" in this world, nor did he know where those dead souls would go after being eliminated by him... But the only thing he was sure of was that only in that way could he end their eternal and endless suffering.

"I'm sorry for using you as an experiment... but I also appreciate your hard work."

Cheng Xiao finally swung his sword, clearing away the last piece of black fog in front of him, and came to a rough conclusion - how to deal with the undead.

First of all, magic attacks are definitely the most effective against these undead, and magic related to "God" is even more effective - Ornn's Doran's Sword and Volibear's Thunder both have miraculous effects, and those poor undead are almost certain to die if they are touched.

If you don't count divine power, the second most useful is ordinary magic such as ice magic. The least effective magic attack is the "same attribute" demon power - using the magic power obtained from Tam to attack the undead is very ineffective. It obviously uses more energy but can only cause less damage.

The second is physical attack... well, the effect is hard to describe.

It is almost impossible to cause damage to the undead souls when they are in a pure black mist state. It is only effective when they actively attack and are in the material realm for a moment, and the effect is not very good.

The expensive musket borrowed from Sarah couldn't kill a single ghost with a headshot, and couldn't even make it "low on health". The best it could do was slightly hinder its rushing steps; blunt objects such as bricks were even more useless. Even the ghost would laugh when hit by a brick.

In general, it is very difficult for ordinary people in Bilgewater to deal with these ghosts with "supernatural powers".

Muskets and cannons are somewhat useful, but not everyone has them - no matter how chaotic Bilgewater is, the penetration rate of firearms can't reach 100%, and having 50 is pretty good.

Apart from those pirates who love to kill, ordinary people can only use a kitchen knife to chop the undead, and the best ones can only use a broken iron sword.

It’s difficult…

"When the Harrowing arrives, we'll still have to rely on Sarah and Illaoi's leadership. Letting ordinary people resist the undead horde on their own is no different from sending them to their deaths..." Cheng Xiao muttered to himself, feeling incredibly fortunate for his earlier preparations.

"The help of the Freljord Alliance should be very effective on the Harrowing. Those weapons with icy power will have a miraculous effect on the undead."

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiao was not so worried anymore, and continued to observe the Shadow Island where the undead were everywhere - this terrible isolated island was a "life forbidden zone" for ordinary people. Although it was dangerous for him, it was not a fatal threat.

At first he still felt it was quite troublesome and dangerous, but with the continuous invasion of the undead and his long-term exploration, his will was no longer affected by the ghosts, and he also had various means to deal with various threats.

He still couldn't be careless, but he also didn't have to be extremely vigilant.

He can even start "hanging out".

He has adapted to all kinds of monsters and ghosts, and all kinds of scary things.

It is said that all fear comes from insufficient firepower.

It took Cheng Xiao a whole day to walk from one side of Shadow Island to the other; then he dived into the sticky swamp and used the devil's means to cross from one side to the other, which took only half an hour.

During this time, he kept trying to sense Leblanc's breath.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't find any trace of magic related to that evil woman.

But fortunately... he seemed to sense another strange aura.

A scent that didn't belong to the living... but certainly not the scent of the dead he was so familiar with. Instead, it was something completely different... It was full of vitality, yet it didn't belong to the living... The scent felt strong, yet at the same time very thin...

It's like a seed that's about to sprout and break through the soil.

"What the hell is that..."

Cheng Xiao was puzzled for a moment, and then immediately rushed in the direction of the breath - using the ability to cross the "river", he quickly found it.

He came to a dilapidated ruin not far from the beach.

Some traces can still be seen on those irregular stone piles, which are the ruins of the collapsed magnificent building... Perhaps it was once shining with gold, attracting countless ascetics, but now it has been forgotten, like a pile of garbage covered with thick dust.

Cheng Xiao walked slowly forward, constantly searching for the trace of that breath.

Finally, he determined that the breath came from under his feet - under a pile of rocks with broken patterns.

He gently pushed aside the pile of rocks and dug down... Soon, he saw a hint of blue.

Then he picked up something soft.

A... doll.

Almost at first sight, Cheng Xiao looked very familiar.

After wiping the dust off it, he was sure that he recognized the doll - he could even say that he was extremely familiar with it.

A white dress, different-colored eyes, a big bow, and blue curly hair...