I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

The power of death, the intent of the sword, and the curse of the demonic sword contained in the strike all seemed to be fighting against and being consumed by something at the same time.

After entering within 100 meters of the temple, Feuergo's slash finally ceased.

At the same time, the dark purple evil light surrounding Varus also weakened slightly.

"Something's wrong."

Foygo frowned; he could clearly sense something was amiss.

Although he knew in his heart that he had not poured a huge amount of 3.4 power into the sword strike he had just unleashed.

However, that sword strike should not be underestimated.

Even if Varus could have blocked it, it certainly wouldn't have been in this way.

Because Foljego felt as if the sword strike he had just delivered had been "eaten up".

Of course, this is just a feeling.

There shouldn't be anything in the world that can "devour" the curse of the magic sword and the power of death.

Therefore, in the end, the slash and the black-purple evil light only completed one round of attrition before disappearing.

Even so, this is still quite a terrifying thing!

Folgo had a gut feeling that if Syndra were to fight Varus, facing the dark purple aura surrounding Varus...

Syndra's malevolent dark power will likely be devoured in an instant!

Recalling everything about the "Darkborn," Foljego seemed to understand something.

That's why Foygo's expression became even more serious.

This also explains why the once invincible "Ascension Warriors" ultimately met such an end.

With this in mind, Foygo, carrying his longsword, slowly walked out of the black mist to the edge of the temple.

At the same time, the surrounding black mist seemed to come alive, frantically pressing down on the dark purple evil light.

Chapter 231, Black Mist Sword Sea!

Faced with the sudden, violent surge of black mist, the purple evil light also became uncontrollably agitated.

The collision between the two suddenly intensified. Where the black mist and the evil light came into contact, pitch black and purple intertwined, radiating terrifying energy fluctuations.

Black and purple devoured and encroached on each other, but neither could completely overwhelm the other for the time being.

The scene at this moment looks like a Van Gogh painting, with strikingly different yet distorted and colliding colors.

This made Foygo frown slightly.

As Foygo reached the boundary between the black mist and the evil light, the rolling black mist became increasingly turbulent, and endless black mist began to surge wildly from Foygo's body.

If the previous clash between the black mist and the evil light was like the clash between a pot of hot oil and a pot of cold water...

No one can do anything to anyone.

Now, the collision between the two has evolved into a collision between a river and a pot of hot oil.

Foygo began to continuously add power, and the color of the black mist gradually became so dark that it resembled a black hole.

At this moment, black began to overwhelm purple, and the evil light of purple began to retreat step by step.

As the "hot oil," the evil light began to retreat steadily under the impact of the massive black mist.

Fóyegor did not stop walking, and finally he entered the temple grounds.

This place, which was originally shrouded in the power of the Darkin, is now occupied by black mist.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Foygo continued forward with firm steps, and the black mist continued to encroach on the area that was originally shrouded in dark purple evil light.

On the other side, watching the retreating black-purple evil light, Varus's cold gaze gradually crumbled, eventually turning into utter madness.

But no matter how much power he added, he still couldn't change the trend of the black purple evil light being overwhelmed by the 27 black mists.

"Crime, crime! Crime!!!"

"You wicked creature!!"

"who are you!!!"

Varus roared to the sky, his eyes fixed on Fiorio.

However, his words were filled with a sense of madness, leaving no one able to answer.

Finally, the range of the dark purple evil light was suppressed to the extreme, existing only within a hundred meters around Varus.

Apart from that, all other locations have been occupied by the black mist.

In the billowing black fog, Foygo finally stopped, now within a mere hundred meters.

Both of them could clearly see any expression on the other's face.

.........

Foygo stared at Verus's expression, trying to determine if there was still any possibility of communication.

But in the end, he shook his head.

Even so, he still did not intend to give up his last glimmer of hope.

“Veluth, I know you.”

"Powerful Celestial Warriors, Ascended Ones of Shurima."

"Once the most loyal and honorable paragon of the Shurima Empire..."

Folgo spoke slowly, and his words made Verus's frantic expression freeze.

"Once, as a warrior, you faithfully carried out the mission entrusted to you by the Empire."

“Even when your hometown was attacked, you did not abandon your post.”

"But right now..."

Seeing that it seemed to have some effect, a glint of light flashed in Foygo's eyes. Without pausing, he quickened his pace and continued speaking.

"Hmph hmph hmph........."

"Ha ha ha ha........."

Suddenly, Varus laughed, a laugh filled with incomprehensible malice and extreme coldness.

"That's interesting, that's interesting..."

"You actually know me?"

"You actually knew me........."

After laughing, Varus's eyes held a hint of chaotic laughter, and his expression became extremely strange.

Seeing this, Foygo frowned again.

He knew he had failed.

All his previous efforts were aimed at achieving some level of communication with Varus.

But right now, it seems like talking to a brick wall.

Standing opposite him was a complete madman.

"Na!"

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

"Let the cries of death echo throughout every corner of Runeterra!"

"This is an unparalleled and great judgment!"

Varus raised his head and shouted again, his voice filled with a madness that was hard to bear.

Fóyegor shook his head helplessly.

He originally wanted to extract some information about the Darkin from Varus.

Information such as his "compatriots" and how Varus had figured out his location...

But now it seems that it has completely fallen through.

Since that's the case, then let him die!

A cold glint flashed in Foygo's eyes.

Darkin...........

Too dangerous.

If these madmen are allowed to continue their chaotic madness, they might just completely ruin the situation that Foygo had originally planned.

Furthermore, the power carried by these Darkin beings made Folyago somewhat cautious.

The black mist became violent again, and the originally formless black mist gradually transformed into countless sharp black mist swords.