Gathering Before the Battle

Two Void barriers stood side by side in the center of the camp, like two transparent Arenas, each enclosing two figures.

On the platform to the left, Li Qi and Kha'Zix faced each other from dozens of meters apart. On the platform to the right, Calsas and Old Ghost each occupied one side as the air slowly congealed invisibly.

Outside the barriers, the gazes of thousands of Ice Extreme Pass soldiers kept shifting between the two sides, their eyes brimming with irrepressible excitement and anticipation.

Some clenched their fists, some held their breath unconsciously, and some kept turning their heads back and forth, afraid of missing a single thrilling moment.

For a time, the camp was strangely quiet. Only the wind swept through the valley, making the war banners snap and flutter.

Boom!

The calm within the left barrier was abruptly shattered.

Li Qi moved first. Demon King Wings unfurled sharply behind him, their edges gleaming with a dark golden radiance.

His figure flickered, leaving an afterimage behind. His true body appeared ghostlike at Kha'Zix's flank, and his short sword silently stabbed toward a gap in its shell.

There were no flashy moves and no unnecessary motions. Everything was the simplest, deadliest form of assassination.

However, Kha'Zix vanished the instant before the sword tip touched it, as though it had melted into the air.

Li Qi did not stop his sword. The short sword drew an arc through the air, and as he turned, his other hand suddenly struck at the Void beside him. Dark Psionic Energy wrapped around the palm wind as it blasted precisely toward what appeared to be empty space.

A dark-purple figure was forced to reveal itself.

Kha'Zix's form condensed again several yards away, but it did not pause in the slightest. It transformed into a