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A glimmer of clarity appeared in Syndra's eyes, but it was quickly shrouded in darkness again, and she let out a painful growl.

Chapter 219, The Leg Goddess Rescue Plan

The girl's delicate face was contorted with extreme pain, and she sat on the ground clutching her head in agony.

Syndra was trembling uncontrollably, emitting low growls.

Upon seeing this, a glint of light suddenly flashed in Foygo's eyes.

What did the girl's fleeting words just now signify?

The fact that she is rational means there is still hope for the girl!

Therefore, Fórygo will need to adopt the second strategy – a win-win solution.

First, we need to help the girl who still retains some rationality to suppress this evil thought.

Foygo slowly raised the longsword in his hand.

The next moment, the scabbard of the longsword turned into black mist and began to dissipate and disappear little by little.

The once ordinary longsword began to reveal its evil and ferocious appearance.

This sword—is none other than the Blade of the Ruined King.

Foygo gripped the hilt of his sword, feeling the blood connection emanating from the blade, and a sudden, intensely cold, deathly chill surged through his body.

Seemingly sensing a threat, the girl, once again consumed by evil thoughts and bestiality, slowly rose to her feet.

A terrifying, dark power surged forth from his body once more.

Upon seeing this, a look of surprise appeared in Foygo's eyes.

This is impossible.

Just now, Foygo could clearly feel that Syndra had already exhausted the last bit of power in her body when she was exchanging blows with him.

Syndra should have been completely exhausted at this moment.

Foygo even speculated that it was because the dark evil power within his body had been completely exhausted.

This allowed Syndra's fragile nature, which had been firmly suppressed, to recover for a brief moment.

However, at this moment, Foygo could clearly sense that a considerable amount of dark evil power had once again gathered within Syndra's body.

Such a recovery speed is probably comparable to that of Fryeglor on the Shadow Isles.

What exactly is the nature of this dark power?

Foygo raised an eyebrow, suddenly becoming curious.

But all of this can only be explored in the future.

At this moment, the immediate problem must be solved first.

The slight amount of dark and evil power that the girl regained had no impact on the overall situation whatsoever.

A sharp glint flashed in Foygo's eyes.

The next moment, a sword intent powerful enough to tear the clouds soared up from Foygo's body.

Along with it came a suffocating, icy chill.

The name of this chill is—death.

Two extremely dangerous auras caused the girl, who resembled a wild beast, to growl incessantly in place.

Even in his already pitch-black eyes, a hint of fear and evasion appeared.

It's likely that her biological instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm influenced her.

"what!!!"

The girl screamed; the sharp, icy pressure in the air was already unbearable for her.

The next instant, Syndra swung her arm, and dark, evil power surged forth from beneath the girl's arm once more.

This time, however, both the intensity and the scale are less than a third of what they were before.

Such intensity posed no threat to Fryego whatsoever.

Foygo shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with indifference.

It must be said that Syndra, with her body dominated by bestiality and evil thoughts and devoid of reason, probably only knows the "Energy Unleashed" move at this moment.

Facing the surging black torrent, Foygo didn't even glance at it.

Finally, he drew his sword.

"bass!"

With a single sword cry, the world lost its color.

In that instant, everything in the world froze and solidified.

Syndra's dark eyes gradually shifted from fear and unease to being filled with terror.

Her biological instincts told her one thing: she was going to die!

Under the force of this sword strike, she was completely unable to make any defensive movements.

It was as if even "time" and "space" had been killed at this moment.

She could only watch helplessly as a dark sword beam flew towards her.

It's more accurate to call it a "flash of light" than a sword beam.

Because it's just too fast.

It happened so fast that even if everything hadn't been "frozen," she probably wouldn't have been able to react in time.

It was an extremely contradictory feeling. If Syndra still had any rationality left, she might have been able to think of something in that instant.

But at this moment, Syndra, driven only by instinct and evil thoughts, clearly cannot comprehend all of this.

All things die!

This same sword strike that cleaved the massive tsunami before Bilgewater and killed the very concept of a "tsunami" off the coast of Bilgewater was once again used by Folyad.

However, compared to when he had only initially grasped the divinity of death, his progress at this moment is beyond reason.

Syndra's torrent of darkness did not hinder the black flash in the slightest; the torrent of darkness was completely annihilated.

Then, a dark flash streaked across Syndra's body.

The evil thoughts quickly subsided, perhaps because, in the moment of death, the girl's originally pure consciousness returned to her body.

"Am I going to die?"

Syndra had more than one thought in her mind.

But soon, a sense of relief arose in the girl's heart.

Compared to the darkness and gloom of being sealed underground, and being driven by evil thoughts to become a beast.

Perhaps this outcome is a relief for the girl named Syndra.

Finally, the girl, having regained consciousness, looked to the opposite side.

What came into view was a figure that exuded a cold and deathly aura, yet was handsome and imposing.

The same jet-black attire and pale long hair stirred strange emotions within the girl.

Before she could think it through, darkness completely engulfed the girl's consciousness.

"Clap."

The girl's body fell to the ground, and everything around her returned to normal.

The next second, Foygo and the fallen girl disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a mess.

............

About half an hour later.

Swain finally arrived at the scene.

He surveyed the surrounding scorched black earth and the ravaged landscape, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He was right; this land called Ionia was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Just now, two terrifying beings clashed here.

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Even from a great distance, Swain could still feel some of the aftershocks of the battle.

That terrifying power filled him with dread.

However, while still feeling alarmed, Swain gradually calmed down.

This also shows that the other side has no intention of making things difficult for the Noxian army.

Otherwise, he would be met with a fierce and relentless attack.

This battle between beings beyond their own level seems to have nothing to do with mortals.