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Chapter 139 Ionia, Unyielding Spirit

An eerie silence.

The noisy battlefield fell silent almost instantly.

The Noxian remained in the same position as when he was alive, seemingly unaware that he was dead—only after a few breaths did he fall straight down, lifeless.

In an instant, having lost all their hostile targets—the surviving Winter's Claws—they looked around blankly.

In a split second, in a split second before anyone could react—in this entire area, they were the only ones left breathing—

No, that's not right—there's one more person—

Fiona opened her one eye, and there stood a man in front of her, holding a long sword. He was thin and stood before her like a pine tree.

When he turned around, Fiona didn't see his face—only the lower half of his ordinary face and a strange pair of glasses with multiple viewing holes.

He crouched down and extended his hand. Fiona stared at him blankly with her one eye, thinking he was going to help her up, so she involuntarily reached out her hand as well.

However, the man's hand brushed past Fiona's hand and grabbed the soil in front of her.

He gripped the soil, now completely gray and loose, eroded by toxins, tighter and tighter in his hand.

"It's this kind of thing again."

The man gritted his teeth, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot. Fiona didn't even see the direction he left in before she could no longer catch a trace of him.

After an unknown amount of time, the Winter's Claw and the Vastayan, having come to their senses, helped each other up. The warrior who had just rescued Fiona also pulled her up and put her arm around his shoulder.

Fiona was still not fully recovered. As a pure sword fanatic, she was completely shocked by what she had just witnessed, to the point that it shattered her worldview.

The Winter's Claws obviously couldn't answer her question, but the knowledgeable Vastaya recognized the highly distinctive move.

"It looks like... the Limitless Sword Path?"

"The Limitless?"

Meanwhile, under the cover of the others, Ambesa finally managed to escape the scuffle with Olaf.

She was covered in injuries, looked extremely disheveled, and was panting heavily.

She had fought in the east and west for decades and had seen many powerful figures she couldn't defeat, but she had never seen such a formidable opponent.

Her most trusted attendant, Rectus, rushed over, and his words made Ambeza's blood boil.

"Mother! Let's retreat!"

"Withdraw?! What nonsense are you spouting?"

"The troops in the south have completely collapsed—"

"What?!"

Ambesa was startled by what she heard.

She found it troublesome, but that was all—as long as she spent more time and lost more people, even if she couldn't break through in a long time, she could at least make slow progress.

But what does this mean? This group of remnants can rout an entire army in one direction?

"Where did they conjure their army from?"

"No, not the army—to be precise, it was one person—"

A hint of lingering fear flickered across Rectus's resolute face—an expression Ambissa rarely saw on him. She had never doubted Rectus's loyalty and abilities, and now she realized the gravity of the situation.

"Just one person! A swordsman—he routed an entire army! We couldn't even track him down!"

"What?!"

Ambeza's eyes widened. One person can destroy an army? Really?

What kind of place is Ionia? Has she been in Shurima for too long and become out of touch?

Ugh~

Just then, a horn sounded from the depths of the jungle. Ambeza turned around and saw a phantom of a ram, tens of meters tall and wreathed in flames, appear out of thin air, raising its forging hammer.

As the hammer fell, the entire Omicaiaran shook violently. Ambesa could even clearly see many soldiers being thrown into the air by the falling rocks, screaming in despair.

Ambeza opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

After a long while, as if she had lost all her strength, she lowered her head and said in frustration.

"Withdraw troops—"

This time, her voice was barely audible, no longer as loud as before.

Ricktus asked cautiously.

"Is it... to retreat back to the military camp?"

"I fucking said we're withdrawing! Don't you fucking understand?!"

"yes!"

As Heron exhausted all his divine power and unleashed a devastating attack, it seemed that the last vestige of fighting spirit of the Noxians had finally been extinguished.

Soon, the Noxians retreated like the tide, struggling through the magical traps they had come from, pursued by the Vastaya, and slunk away from the edge of the Omicaiaran jungle.

"Did we win?"

Some people stared blankly at all of this, but most people were completely unaware of it.

Everyone was bloodthirsty, charging forward with howls, with Olaf leading the charge. He was like a persistent leech, relentlessly fighting his way through the remaining enemy forces.

The Noxians' retreat was far more difficult than their attack.

But even after the vanguard withdrew from Omikayaran, they couldn't breathe a sigh of relief—

Flames soared into the sky in the military camp. It seemed that Jie and his men had successfully created chaos. Looking at the flickering flames, Anbesa could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger.

However, this is not the worst thing.

Just as half of the Noxians withdrew from Omicaiaran and had not yet had time to regroup, figures emerged from the distant mountains.

Those with good eyesight can still vaguely make out their faces.

They all had sallow complexions, but were full of energy, holding all sorts of weapons of various shapes and sizes—some of them even openly wielding "cross-shaped halberds".

Those were weapons they had captured.

They stood in loose formation, awaiting the arrival of their leader.

The group dispersed in a scattered manner, and a very young-looking girl walked up to them, with an indifferent...

His gaze drifted down the mountain.

Ambesa stared in astonishment at the sudden arrival of the army, and looked across at the girl who was old enough to be her granddaughter.

The girl glanced at her twice before looking at the unrecognizable Omikayalan jungle. Her indifferent expression was instantly replaced by a pitying sorrow.

With a raised hand, the suspended blade was held above her head, accompanied by a loud shout.

"The Noxians invaded our homeland! They burned our sacred grounds! But in Presidium, we proved one thing! The Noxians are not invincible! We will prevail!"

Having said that, she pointed her blade at Ambeza's remaining troops and roared, her childish yet clear voice echoing throughout the battlefield.

"Remember Presidium! Ionia, may you never perish!"