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

Viego roared and rushed over, and with just one sword he pierced Cheng Xiao's soul through and through. Another wave of decaying pain broke him into countless pieces.

But Cheng Xiao no longer cared about the pain.

With endurance beyond that of a normal human, he counterattacked the moment he was attacked, striking the opponent with all the strength he could muster - this was the power of his soul itself.

And the result... is obvious.

Even in the spiritual realm, attacking with the soul alone cannot cause much damage.

If he wants to defeat Viego, he must leave the spiritual realm or let his physical body enter the spiritual realm - although he has not found a way yet, he knows that "the physical body entering the spiritual realm" is not Viego's exclusive right.

Someone did this a long time ago.

The current Twilight Eye Shen is a master among them. With just a thought, he can make himself escape into the spiritual realm and then kill evil spirits in it.

Entering the spiritual realm and then coming out from another direction is like "shrinking the earth into an inch" in the eyes of others... Shen has already mastered it.

Of course, that was Shen.

Cheng Xiao still knows nothing about the spiritual realm.

And if you want to learn it in battle... that's not practical. After all, reality is not some hot-blooded novel. You can't suddenly realize a unique skill by yelling a few times after being knocked to the ground.

Now he can only be defeated by Viego.

But... there is also good news.

At least Viego can't kill him.

His soul is not immortal, but it is not weak either. At least it is many times stronger than Viego without the bonus of the Curse of Ruin.

When he was in Freljord, even Aatrox couldn't easily erase his soul. Now a mere Viego wants to annihilate him?

That's a bit wishful thinking.

Let’s fight for three days and three nights first.

"Isolde is mine... She must be mine! Let her go!"

"You don't deserve to feel Isolde's tenderness! Let her go!"

"Isolde! Come back to me!"

Viego screamed crazily, trying to get the white mist off Cheng Xiao - in his eyes, this scene was simply Isolde hugging another man tightly, and that man wanted to hit him.

This shame... this pain... made him, who was already mad, even more crazy.

Now he couldn't even comfort himself that it wasn't Isolde's intention, it was just Isolde's doll that wanted to do it.

“Why is this——!!”

With a heart-wrenching question, Viego erupted with all the broken energy in his body.

There is even... a faint sign of further strengthening.

In an instant, all the surrounding undead were reduced to ashes in this terrifying energy, and the curse of ruin that once swept through the material realm now swept through the spiritual realm.

Although Cheng Xiao was very confident that the other party could not kill him, he did not dare to underestimate this power, and he could not guarantee that Gwen behind him could withstand it.

Then his soul became a small ball.

Wrap Gwen tightly in the white mist.

The energy that annihilated everything swept across, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng Xiao's soul was shattered into countless star-like powders.

The only thing to be thankful for is... Gwen is okay.

The white mist did not suffer much damage, but a tear fell when Viego looked at it - it was not Gwen's tear.

Rather, they were the tears of Isolde, who possessed only a moment's consciousness in the spiritual realm.

Fragments of her soul cried.

Her kind side could not tolerate Viego's cruelty.

And she knew that the other party did all these things... killed so many people, destroyed so many lives... all because of her.

Her tears were not shed for Viego, but for those who were hurt by Viego.

But Viego didn't know. He stubbornly believed that it was Isolde who was worried about him.

For a moment, he seemed to calm down.

And it was at this moment that Cheng Xiao passed his thoughts to Gwen——

【He's targeting you, run. 】

Gwen was unwilling to leave her companions alone, but Cheng Xiao's soul launched a ruthless attack on her.

The white mist she projected into the spiritual realm dissipated instantly, and the fragment of Isolde's soul fell back into a deep sleep.

"don't want……!"

When Gwen screamed and opened her eyes, the surroundings had changed from a vast expanse of white to a ghostly and silent jungle.

She looked at Cheng Xiao in her arms and wanted to enter the spiritual realm again to rescue him.

But at this moment, she suddenly sensed a terrifying aura—and she instantly understood what Cheng Xiao meant.

It’s that vicious man… Viego… He has also come out of the spiritual realm!

And it's moving towards this side at full speed!

Gwen, who understood everything, quickly got up from the ground, took the scissors, needle and thread and Cheng Xiao, and quickly ran in the opposite direction.

What Viego is looking for is her... or the soul fragment that gives her heartbeat... As long as she is not with Cheng Xiao, Cheng Xiao will not be in danger!

So she can't enter the spiritual realm again for the time being!

But of course, she can't abandon Cheng Xiao's body now. After all, she is the only one who can help Cheng Xiao now... If Viego really catches up, it won't be too late for her to let Cheng Xiao go then.

In short, she wants to help Cheng Xiao and will not let Cheng Xiao get into trouble with her.

"Cheng Xiao...wait for me!"

Gwen's eyes were determined, and her nimble body moved quickly through the dark jungle.

What she didn't notice was... in the shadows not far away, a living person who looked like a dead person discovered her.

The man's skin was a creepy purple-blue, like a corpse that had been dead for some time. He had covered his head with a black cloth and was carrying a strange stone tablet on his back.

He also held a weapon shaped like a shovel in his hand.

He stood in the middle of a cemetery filled with tombstones. His strange attire and the object in his hand made him look like a...

Gravedigger.

Chapter 135 For You, Thousands and Thousands of Times

Olaf, the strongest berserker in the Rockfer Peninsula, is also one of the bravest warriors in the entire Freljord.

He received a prophecy at a ridiculous bonfire party that he would "die peacefully of old age", so he spent the rest of his life pursuing a heroic death in battle.

He had missed many opportunities before, but he wouldn't do that this time.

Today, today, he must die heroically in battle - he does not need anyone's praise, he just needs someone - just one person, as long as someone witnesses his heroic death with his own eyes, that is enough.

Today was the perfect opportunity. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

His boss Cheng Xiao had sent a letter back to Freljord a month ago, claiming that a port city was about to be invaded by the undead, and they needed the help of the Freljord Alliance, and it would be best if they could send their bravest warriors to support them.

Originally, Olaf was sad that Cheng Xiao did not mention him in the letter - he thought he was not a powerful person in the boss's mind.

It was not until the next day that he received a letter from Cheng Xiao alone.

Perhaps because they were worried that he couldn't read, or perhaps because they were worried that he would be too tired to read, the letter only contained a few simple words:

【Come quickly, you can die.】

There is also a simple drawing of a little ghost at the end.

That day, Olaf was so moved that he almost cried. His boss hadn't forgotten him, and whenever he encountered a good opportunity to give away a head, he would think of him.

This touched him deeply.

So he will do his best to repay his boss.

"I'll kill you first, and then I'll die from excessive blood loss... Perfect, absolutely perfect..."

Olaf wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The axe with ice magic was pressed against his chest, and even the coldness of the ice could not cool the heat in his heart.

Not far ahead of him, the silhouette of a knight emerged from the black fog. His shadow was silhouetted against the midnight sky. He "rode" on a warhorse of bizarre proportions, his helmet shaped like a demon's head.

This strange demon is the Shadow of War. Some also call him "Hecarim," but no one knows whether that is a fictitious name or a true name found in ancient texts.

At this moment, he was looking down at Olaf, with a disdainful arc on the corner of his skull-like mouth.

After several rounds of fighting, he was unharmed, while Olaf was covered in wounds.

Although it was quite unexpected that a mortal could last several rounds in his hands, it was still wishful thinking to defeat him.

He was once a knight commander, but he never talked about honor, nor did he like such empty things. He would not pay tribute to any real warrior, but only thought that the indestructible cockroach like Olaf was annoying, and he did not hide his disdain.

"Witness the power of the Shadow Isles!"

Hecarim raised the deadly weapon above his head and circled it, then rushed towards Olaf with a thick black mist.

His four horse hooves made heavy sounds as they stepped on the ground, and the black mist surrounding him contained powerful undead power.

Faced with such a powerful charge, even Olaf was not sure he could stop it.

But it’s far from being that scary.

The stronger the enemy, the more excited he becomes.

He even fought Volibear, one of the Freljord demigods, head-on, so why would he be afraid of a mere centaur monster?

No matter how powerful the undead in your Shadow Isles are, can they be stronger than the Spirit Bear?

"Come--!"

Olaf also let out a hysterical roar, and the blood in his body began to flow faster at this moment.

His body instantly turned red and hot. The desire to fight and the thirst for death had completely occupied his brain, and the feeling of fear had long been thrown out of his mind.

Both sides rushed towards each other at the same time.

In the moment of the confrontation, Hecarim's sharp blade hit Olaf's chest, leaving a horrific wound on the berserker's chest that almost spanned the entire torso.

But Olaf's upward swing of the axe also directly broke the ghost centaur's demonic helmet, knocking it to the ground with a force that looked like a severed head.

Both sides thought they could kill the other with this blow.

Especially Olaf.

He was a big, strong man, but not slow at all. In fact, he could have easily dodged the opponent's attack just now—at least not directly with his chest, but he was willing to be hit head-on to chop off the opponent's head.

As it turns out, he succeeded.

But... his simple mind that only knew how to fight forgot one thing - the most important thing:

The undead will never die.

At least you won’t die from having your “head” chopped off.

puff--!

The blood gushing from his chest blurred Olaf's vision. All the strength in his body quickly dissipated, and he fell to his knees on the ground powerlessly.

But his excited eyes saw... Hecarim, the undead monster, slowly picked up his head and put it back on his neck.

The only proof that he had indeed hit the opponent was a thin blue line on Hecarim's neck - a tiny ice crystal.

"The weak... prepare to die."

Hecarim has no mercy. He never tortures his enemies, but he never lets them go.

Countless undead knights passed the fallen Olaf and rushed towards Bilgewater behind him at full speed. The leader of the knights also walked up to Olaf and raised his weapon without hesitation.

however……

The wizards of the Rockfa Peninsula have always been famous for their accurate predictions.

"Hey guy!"

A vigorous shout was heard, and then a shield as big as two normal adult men smashed in front of Olaf.