Bang!
The blood-red dragon-patterned barrier was shattered by Zhao Fu's sword. Shyvana was sent flying, while Zhao Fu seized the chance to shoot out countless iron chains, suspending Shyvana in midair.
Following the prompt, Zhao Fu pulled the chains taut and began tearing Shyvana's body apart with force.
"Aaaahhh..."
Shyvana screamed in agony without end, feeling her body being ripped apart bit by bit as blood poured from her wounds.
Riiip!
Shyvana's body was torn apart. Her arms, legs, head, and torso separated, countless pieces of flesh raining down. That beautiful yet valiant head fell to the ground and rolled like a ball.
Zhao Fu frowned as he watched her body slowly vanish, then continued onward.
Whoosh!
A flying wheel weapon suddenly shot toward Zhao Fu with tremendous force. Zhao Fu's expression did not change as he knocked the flying wheel away with his sword. At the same time, a person stepped out.
She had long light-red hair, fair skin, and an exceptionally beautiful face. Her figure was also extremely voluptuous, and she wore tight-fitting armor. The aura she gave off was quite powerful. She was the one who had just attacked Zhao Fu.
War Goddess Sivir, a mercenary famed for her ruthlessness. With courage that never retreated and ambition without end, she had gained astonishing fame and wealth.
Sivir reached into the air with one hand, and the flying wheel Zhao Fu had knocked away automatically returned to her grasp. She then hurled it with force. Spinning as it flew, the wheel dragged trails of cold light behind it as it shot toward Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu extended a hand, and countless wisps of ghostly qi surged out to form a ghost hand that caught the incoming flying wheel. Then he gave a light shout, "Ghost Devour!"
Countless ghosts