But that did not mean the two sides were cooperating.
On the contrary, Azakana and the beings in the underworld often could not stand the sight of each other—Azakana murdered the living friends and family of wraiths, and also stole the souls that should have belonged under the control of the lord of the underworld. The beings in the underworld had no fondness for such creatures.
So when the crack in the gate to the underworld suddenly widened, "Chen Ce the thief" was not the only one who felt uneasy. So did the Azakana that Chen Ce had coerced.
It ran for its life into the depths of the Spirit Realm's mist, desperately trying to escape that terrifying power from the realm of the dead.
Chen Ce was running too, and even faster—he dragged Ahri in a frantic sprint, and in the blink of an eye, he had left the Azakana behind.
All three of them were running.
But the aura of the underworld behind them was pursuing them too.
And... it was extremely fast.
In mere moments, the vague and fragile boundary between the Spirit Realm and the material realm was filled with the aura of the underworld, and the power of the underworld's lord surged in like a tide through the crack in the underworld gate.
"You cannot escape... thief..."
A low, hoarse voice rang out, and a "giant hand" formed from eerie magic suddenly reached up from underground.
Death's Grasp
A powerful pull came out of nowhere, giving them no chance to react or dodge.
At the critical moment, Chen Ce once again drew on the underworld power inside him—that power from Mordekaiser.
He used Mordekaiser's power to fight Mordekaiser.
Thud—! Two identical auras collided, actually producing a dull, thunderous boom.
Unfortunately, Chen Ce's underworld power had