The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

"Atox!!!"

Nayafili stared at the tall figure opposite him and exclaimed in shock.

"Heh, what? Are you planning to beg for mercy from the great Aatrox?" Aatrox gripped his greatsword and looked disdainfully at Naafili opposite him.

Not far away, He Xi looked at "Keisha" who had changed drastically, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Tomboy...

The dagger was still in Keisha's hand.

No, she can't be called Keisha anymore.

Although the features of Keisha still remained on that face, He Xi knew that it was no longer the Keisha she knew.

Instead, it was the 'Laafiel' that Aatrox mentioned.

But... He Xi wasn't sure if she knew that tomboy...

Has it really disappeared completely?

Inside Laafili's body, he watched as Aatrox and He Xi suddenly appeared.

Her emotions also became agitated.

"Little guy..."

She knew that Cang Yu had rushed here the moment he received the news...

That's great...

Does he care about himself too?

"Aatrox, what do you mean by this?" Laafili asked coldly.

"We are the Darkin, we are comrades! We should unite and conquer this world!"

Aatrox burst out laughing as if he had heard a hilarious joke.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Every syllable carries his unique arrogance and disdain.

"Companions? What a laughable word. Conquering the world? What a ridiculous idea."

"Only the weak seek so-called mutual support, engaging in meaningless struggles and power grabs; only destruction is their ultimate fate!"

Nayafili's face darkened

Although you can't tell from a blood-red face.

"You madman!" she cursed through gritted teeth, her dark red pupils contracting violently with rage.

Although she had known all along that Aatrox was a madman, the current situation was pressing, and the power deep within that birdman's soul was indeed of extraordinary origin.

In order to avoid being sealed away and to continue enjoying this rare freedom, she suppressed her displeasure and spoke again.

"Aatrox, although I don't know why we both came to this strange world, there is a very peculiar power deep within the soul of the birdman I possessed."

"I can sense that even you cannot destroy it. The owner of that power is certainly not a simple character. If we don't want to be sealed again, joining forces is our best option."

She felt she had made herself clear enough.

Even a madman like Aatrox wouldn't want to go back to that dark and hopeless seal, right?

Being unable to do anything and just silently enduring the darkness was an unbearable experience.

Unfortunately, Aatrox showed no sign of being swayed by her words; on the contrary, he became even more disdainful.

"Nayafili, your nose is still as sensitive as ever."

"You run away with your tail between your legs when you smell someone stronger than you, and you come out to lord it over those you can't smell. But I am Aatrox, the great Aatrox! I never fear!"

"You!" Laafili laughed in anger.

What's the point of talking to a madman about this?

该死 的

Why is it that, apart from themselves, there isn't a single normal person among the Darkin?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Nayafili said "good" three times in a row, each time sharper and more violent than the last.

"You want to destroy, is that it? Then I'll destroy you first!"

Without further ado, he reversed his grip on the dagger, and dark red blood magic surged from his palm, enveloping the entire dagger in a twisted ball of blood-red light.

The sphere of light continued to expand, deform, and grow sharp fangs and claws.

Ultimately, it transformed into a mastiff with a dark red body and eyes burning with eerie green flames.

The phantom of a mastiff loomed before her, a deep, bone-chilling growl emanating from its throat.

"Hunter of a Hundred Dogs, go!"

Nayafili swung the dagger downwards, and the phantom of the mastiff split apart.

One split into two, two into four, four into eight—in the blink of an eye, a hundred mastiffs burst forth from the blood mist, swarming towards Aatrox.

This is no ordinary summoning spell, but rather Nayafiri's unique blood magic.

Each mastiff is a fragment of a soul she once devoured, retaining the original owner's fighting instincts and bloodlust.

They feel no pain, they don't back down, they aren't afraid; they simply tear their prey to pieces according to her will.

"Ha, is this all the tricks you have up your sleeve, Laafili?"

Aatrox spoke with disdain, merely raising his hand slightly.

Crimson blood mist swirled around the sword.

Subsequently

A sword slashed down.

A dark red sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, tearing a bottomless crack in the ground.

The rocks and soil on both sides of the crack were melted by the high temperature, and dark red magma surged.

The hundred mastiffs were torn in half as easily as paper before this sword energy.

Their blood mist was completely evaporated by the aftershocks of the sword energy before it could recombine, leaving not a trace.

After cleaving through the pack of mastiffs, the sword energy continued its momentum, slashing towards Nayafili himself.

Nayafili's pupils contracted sharply as he held the dagger in front of him, taking the sword energy head-on.

Her body was pushed backward for dozens of meters, her feet carving two charred furrows in the ground.

"A puppy wagging its tail to please its owner, just like you."

After finishing the attack, Aatrox didn't forget to add a taunt.

Nayafili gritted his teeth.

Damn it;

Although Aatrox is a madman and not very bright, it must be admitted that among all the Darkin, Aatrox is indeed the strongest.

Only that even more detestable guy could rival him in strength.

Asia Heng.

However, Aatrox would have a greater advantage on a battlefield teeming with life.

Or, if she hadn't been sealed away, with her full power and her intellect, she could definitely have defeated Aatrox.

But now...

Although the Aatrox on the other side was also clearly in a weakened state, he was still much stronger than she was now.

"What are you thinking about? How are you planning to run away with your tail between your legs?"

Aatrox's voice rang out again, the tip of the greatsword locked onto Naafili's brow.

Blood mist surged and churned on the sword, like a wild beast eager to pounce and tear its prey apart.

He gave her no chance to catch her breath, and with a turn of his sword, another horizontal slash swept across.

Nayafili hastily parried, his mind racing.

No, I'm not crazy, I'm not a reckless fool.

The biggest difference between myself and them is that my intelligence has not been significantly eroded by the power of the void.

There's no need for me to go head-to-head with Aatrox.

The most urgent task is to find the other Darkborn who have fallen into this world.

As for that madman Aatrox, let him go mad on his own!

With this in mind, Layafili immediately prepared to flee.

but... ...

"Want to leave? Did you ask me?"