Void Beetle Evolution Guide

When Sephiroth reappeared, he had already been brought to Ahri's side by the Wild Hunt.

"This is so exciting! I've never done anything so exciting before!" She laughed uncontrollably, her heart pounding as she toyed with Volibear, which reminded her of why she came ashore with the Wild Hunt and the meaning of travel.

"You're laughing too soon." Wild Hunt's voice suddenly rang out, and when Sephiroth turned around, her smile instantly froze.

The giant bear leaped into the air, its massive body soaring straight into the sky before plummeting back down.

With a single hand raised high, the thunderclouds within a hundred miles were forcibly pulled into a vortex, and countless bolts of lightning were drawn in, converging in his palm to form a ferocious, massive electric net.

This leap covered a distance of more than ten miles, and with a devastating force, it slammed down. Before the claws even arrived, the hairs of the crowd stood on end due to static electricity.

"Ah Li! Hurry!" Sephie's scream was swallowed by the thunder. For the first time in her life, she experienced the fear of her life being in danger. Although this feeling also fascinated her, she did not want to die so easily. She had not enjoyed it enough.

The situation is critical; it's a matter of life and death. But Ahri feels that the ancestral spirit is still a little short of awakening.

Ahri gripped the World Rune tightly, frantically absorbing energy. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the Blade of the Ruined King in Yseth's hand, and a crazy idea flashed through her mind—to strike the World Rune with the Blade of the Ruined King and unleash a massive Blade of the Ruined King to block Volibear.

Ahri immediately suppressed this wicked thought. The Great Ruin was incredibly powerful; it could sweep across the entire peninsula without a problem, and stopping Volibear would be a piece of cake.

However, those at the epicenter of the explosion would also be doomed, making it a foolish plan that would harm both sides at the expense of the enemy.

The curse of ruin had consumed her people; she could never bring about such calamity with her own hands. No matter how much she was still lacking, she had no choice but to fight back!

"Though we have never met, please bless me, ancestors of the Visha'nin clan!" Ahri gritted her teeth, tore off the sealing collar around her neck, and threw it forcefully into the sky. "The spirit fox has appeared, all evil shall be driven back!"

With a high-pitched fox cry, a gigantic phantom of a nine-tailed fox appeared behind Ahri. The fox roared to the sky, caught the falling collar in its mouth, and charged towards the giant bear descending from the sky with its four paws.

Its size is less than a giant bear's claw, and the sight of it rushing into the storm is like a moth drawn to a flame, seemingly destined to be crushed without a doubt.

However, the moment the two made contact, the spirit fox pierced straight through the thunderous body, sending Volibear's true form flying backward as if his soul had left his body from the thunderous bear spirit!

As soon as they separated, the lightning-constructed body flickered a few times in the void before vanishing like a mirage, ultimately failing to fall. The giant bear's main body crashed to the ground, remaining motionless for a moment.

Everyone stood frozen in place, even the thunder in the sky seemed to cease, until Sephiroth's loud laughter broke the silence.

"All bark and no bite, I thought they were really that capable." Sephie, gripped in the giant claw's hand, frantically pounded on the Wild Hunt's thumb, making a loud banging sound, completely ignoring the fact that she had almost wet her pants in fright.

"Yes, thanks to Ahri, we finally escaped a disaster," Talia said, still shaken after the ordeal.

The crowd gathered around, and if the bear-men hadn't been relentlessly pursuing them, they would have tossed Ahri high into the air and cheered to dispel the gloom.

"No, it was all thanks to everyone's sacrifices that I was able to do this. It wasn't just my achievement." Ahri humbly touched her ear, then, noticing Kai'Sa wasn't there, asked with concern, "Where's Kai'Sa? Hasn't she come back yet?"

Excluding the Wild Hunt that brought Ysser, if she were to rank everyone's contributions, she felt that Kasha was undoubtedly the one who deserved the most credit.

She entrusted the World Rune to herself and took on the most dangerous mission, risking her life to hold off Volibear for so long.

However, the others also played a crucial role; it could be said that without any of them, she would not have been able to awaken the ancestral spirit so smoothly.

“Kasha is still keeping an eye on Volibear. You saw it yourself, if that guy really wanted to catch up, it would only take a blink of an eye.” Wild Hunt noticed Ahri’s smooth neck. “Don’t you want the collar anymore? I’ll have Kasha find it for you?”

"No need. The ancestral spirit has fully awakened; there's no need to restrain it with the collar anymore." Ahri condensed a spirit orb in her palm, and a lifelike fox cub floated within it. However, the attack just now had exhausted its energy, and it was now yawning, curled up into a ball of fur, and dozing off.

"Then keep running. Volibear has fallen, but the bear-men still won't let us go." Before the words were finished, the howls of the bear-men suddenly came from afar, and the group had no choice but to continue their escape.

The group continued running towards the beach, leaving the collapsed Volibear far behind.

Volibear, after crashing, reverted to his polar bear form, and all the thousands of blades and spears stuck in his body disappeared as his form changed.

He wasn't injured. Leaving aside whether that level of attack could have harmed him, the spirit fox hadn't intended to hurt him either. He stared blankly at the sky where the wind and clouds had dispersed, a strange tranquility washing over him. He still couldn't understand how he had been suddenly reverted to his original form.

Volibear wanted to continue chasing after them to find out what was going on. He couldn't let those mortals humiliate him and take Orn's urn away so brazenly!

The moment he stood up, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence, and a familiar vibration came from his chest—Ahri's lost collar was buried in his fur.

“A single tear… Anivia actually shed tears for them? And this collar is Ornn’s craftsmanship, the runes on it…” Volibear used lightning to lift the collar, squinting his scarred eyes as he examined it closely, and finally held it tightly in his hand.

From a distance, Kai'Sa witnessed the entire scene. She watched Volibear slump down, ultimately not taking a step to chase after the group.

She then caught up with them, returned to the group, and told everyone the news.

"You mean Volibear decided not to pursue us after seeing Ahri's collar?" Wild Hunt pondered. "There must be some information on that collar that we don't know about. Volibear probably let us go because of his demigod siblings."

"That's great!" Ahri breathed a sigh of relief, and the fleeing group finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the bear-men wouldn't be able to catch up for the time being, the group, whose throats were almost parched, slowed down their pace slightly.

Chapter 324 Hope is always accompanied by despair

On the second day of the return journey, dusk enveloped the northern lands like an iron curtain.

The warriors of Winter's Claw staggered forward through the snowstorm, still half a day's journey from the beach.

They had stayed up all night, their eyes bloodshot and red. The cold wind cut through their exposed skin like icy blades, but it was nothing compared to the bone-chilling cold emanating from the Undying Bearman behind them.

Even though Volibear himself had stopped chasing them, their escape was not much easier, and the reason lay with these bear-men.

The pursuit by the bear-men never ceased.

These monsters, forged by lightning, trod on shattered ice, their bodies sprouting black branches and roots like worms emerging from the earth, exuding an indescribable stench of decay. They were relentless, haunting, and tireless in their eternal hunt.

Kaisa happened to know some tireless, hungry creatures. She had tried to eliminate the bearmen, and Sejuani watched as they were blown to pieces by plasma, each one dead beyond any hope of survival.

But after they left, these creatures, like puppets controlled by invisible threads, dragged...

On

On

The broken limbs reassembled, and a hungry roar came from the rotting throat, surging in like a tide once more.

They couldn't sleep because the immortal bear-men could catch up at any moment, and their hunt would never stop.

Kaisa and the others had tried several times, but each time the bear-man would revive and catch up, giving them no chance to rest.

Sejuani gradually realized that these bear-men were living weapons forged by Volibear with lightning and death, and their very existence was a manifestation of the law of survival.

The existence of bear-men is like a cruel blizzard; they are an indispensable part of the environment, natural inspectors who eliminate the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

Those who cannot withstand the wind and snow, just like those who cannot outrun the bear-man, will ultimately meet their demise.

Volibear is using this cruel method to weed out the weak and ensure that the surviving bloodlines are strong and resilient enough.

The northern lands were desolate, and even the War Mother couldn't help but shiver at night.

The bitter cold of the night intensified their despair. The soldiers huddled in the crevices of the rocks, their thin fur offering little protection against the minus forty degrees Celsius. Even with Orn's broth to warm their stomachs, the chill still seeped into their very bones.

Sejuani ran her frozen hands into Steelmane's fur, combing it to feel its warmth and ease her inner turmoil. Steelmane was panting heavily, its empty mouth chewing incessantly, white foam dripping from the corners of its mouth; it didn't seem to be enjoying itself at all.

She muttered to herself as she looked at the foaming beast, "Is this the price for taking the Great Jar? Is it destined that I will be relentlessly hunted by the Bear-Men, never to have a moment's peace?"

“War Mother, you’re overthinking it. As long as we cross the icy sea and return to Freljord, we should be able to get rid of these bear-men,” Udyr said as he approached.

"Ha! That's so boring." Olaf scoffed, icicles clinging to his orange-red, fiery-sparkling mustache, falling in a flurry as he opened his mouth. "I haven't killed enough of these resurrected bastards yet!"

People were used to his crazy talk; in fact, he used to liven up the atmosphere by talking big.

Udyr ignored Olaf's shouts and reached out to touch Steelmane's trembling back. In an instant, the behemoth's consciousness invaded his mind. He shuddered violently, his throat churning with acid, and he uncontrollably vomited a string of white foam.

He wiped the drool that was uncontrollably flowing from the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Steelfly has been running with us non-stop for almost two days and two nights. Its wounds are festering, and it hasn't eaten anything. It's already foaming at the mouth. Mother, if you still have any broth, give it some, or it'll die soon."

“The broth was all fed to that woman who cracks the whip,” Sejuani glanced at Nera.

"Isn't it still in the big urn? You said we captured the big urn, but where is it?" Olaf asked.

“…They have him.” Sejuani looked at Kaisa and her group gathered around the campfire. She knew about Steelmane’s situation all too well, but she was afraid of being refused if she asked Kaisa and the others for him.

Because she also knew in her heart that taking the urn from Volibear didn't really have much to do with Winter's Claw. With such a group of teammates, even a pig could be carried to victory.

Sejuani's gaze swept over Ashe's retreating figure. Perhaps appealing to their past relationship to get Ashe to help them retrieve the urn would increase their chances of success. However, she couldn't bring herself to do it, because not long ago she had almost killed the defenseless Ashe.

"I'll go get it myself!" She clenched her fist and walked straight toward Kasha and the others.

"What do you need?" Kasha heard the heavy footsteps and turned to look at the resolute-looking War Mother.

“I’ve come to take back the urn,” Sejuani said through gritted teeth, as if that would make her voice sound more resolute.

Kai'Sa didn't show much expression. Wild Hunt had instructed her to make sure the large urn was given to Winter's Claw, as it was a hot potato and useless to them. Although Kai'Sa felt Winter's Claw was somewhat unworthy, she still tossed the urn out of the hive space.

After a moment of silence, she reached into the void. Ripples appeared in the surrounding space, and Orn's urn crashed to the ground, sending snow flying everywhere.

"Take it." Kasha's voice was devoid of warmth.

Sejuani was stunned, thanked her, and then ordered her men to carry the things back.

"You got it so easily?" Olaf caught up and whispered.

“Don’t ask me, I find it unbelievable too.” Sejuani couldn’t imagine that anyone would be unmoved by this large urn. She even tasted a sip of the broth to make sure that the other party hadn’t given them a fake.

She filled a water sac with broth and poured it into Steelbristle's mouth. A pig is a pig; even when it's about to die, it won't forget a bite to eat.

Steelfur swallowed every last drop of the broth, and soon regained its vigor. Its thick, heavy fur condensed into white mist in the cold night, once again revealing the ferocity of a giant beast.

A damp, foul smell of fur wafted through the air, and everyone knew the bear-men were on their way again. Winterclaw handed over the task of carrying the large urn to Steelmane and continued his escape.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the clouds, the group finally arrived at the beach where they had landed.

Hope was accompanied by despair. What awaited them was not a few empty wolf ships chained to the rocks, but more than a dozen warships towed by huge sea monsters, their sails fluttering in the wind, and the one-eyed markings on them proclaiming the faction to which they belonged.

Fully armed Frostguard warriors stood ready, clad in steel helmets and armor, wearing horned helmets that only exposed their eyes, and wielding gleaming spears. The spear tips were like a forest, and the shields were linked together, forming a wall of cold iron on the beach.

The Winter Arbiter, carrying a giant sword on his shoulder, stood at the forefront of the army, clearly ready to launch a war.

“These are all Lissandra’s people? What are they doing here?!” Sejuani’s nails dug into her palms, a chill creeping up her spine and through her entire body.

Her intuition told her that these people were probably after the large urn in her hand.

At the same time, the bear-man's roar came from the snowfield behind them.

Everyone turned to look and saw a dark, dense army of bear-men appearing one after another, their mouths dripping with black liquid, their broken and rotting bodies looking hideous in the morning light.

They were caught between two forces, with Lissandra's elite army in front and the undead bear-men pursuing them from behind, their escape route completely blocked.

Chapter 325 Reinforcements or Enemy?

Udyr saw the familiar one-eyed symbol in the distance, his body stiffened abruptly, and he subconsciously lowered his head, burying his face deep in his messy, tangled hair, trying to hide the surging murderous intent in his eyes.

Born as an affinityr of beast spirits, he was considered a threat by the Frost Witch from a young age and was sent to capture her. The bloodshed and fear of the past were deeply imprinted in his soul, making him hate Lissandra to the core.

"War Mother?" Udyr turned to Sejuani and whispered, "Should we go to war?"

Sejuani's expression was grave. Her gaze swept over the Frostguard's perfectly aligned square formation, then turned to the approaching figures of the bearmen behind her, who were growing ever closer like a tidal wave. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "Don't make any rash moves."

Their Winter's Claw wolf ships were anchored behind the Frostguard formation. With only a few remaining soldiers, it was impossible for them to defeat the large number of well-armed Frostguards in front of them, let alone break through the encirclement and escape on the wolf ships.

Now, with the Frostguards in front and the Bearmen behind, the situation is beyond their control. They can only hope that their companions, such as Kai'Sa and Aisha, will handle the pincer attack.

The bear-men's footsteps drew ever closer, dark clouds rolled overhead, and every now and then a blinding flash of lightning would illuminate the dim sky.

A howling wind swept in, carrying with it the stench of bear-man fur soaked by rain and snow, as well as the nauseatingly sweet smell of blood and rotting flesh.

At the same time, the Frost Guards, who were on high alert, began to move. They marched in neat and powerful steps, like an iron torrent, up the hillside where everyone was standing.

Sejuani and the others were on edge, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to risk their lives to hold the high ground.

She thought the Frost Guards would attack them first, but to her surprise, the Frost Guards did not attack them. Instead, they passed through their sides and charged straight towards the surging bear-man army coming from behind.

They didn't even glance at them, as if they didn't exist. They did nothing, yet this war mother felt intense contempt.

In a daze, shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together as the two sides engaged in fierce combat.

"What the hell?" Sejuani looked back at the battlefield. Lissandra had a grudge against Volibear, but she wouldn't ignore a duck that was practically in her mouth, would she? In her place, she certainly wouldn't.

Turning her head, she saw that the wolf ship was undefended due to the full deployment of the Frost Guard. The war mother made a decisive move, sharply squeezing the belly of her steel-maned hull and plunging down the hillside. "Quick! While the two sides are fighting, let's get out of here by boat!"

Kai'Sa initially didn't want to get involved; she didn't think these Frostguards posed a threat to her, and she believed Lissandra was well aware of this and wouldn't allow the Frostguards to do anything to them. However, the Wild Hunt made her follow Sejuani, so she ran towards the wolf ship with her.

Talia saw Kasha start running and quickly followed, but she didn't understand why they were running and couldn't help but ask, "Why are we running? Aren't those Frostguards helping us?"

They had already gone to Frostguard Fortress once before to settle things, which meant that Lissandra was now their ally. She really didn't understand why she would desert when reinforcements were helping.

"I don't believe they'd be so kind! They're definitely after the big urn!"

Before they had even come to a complete stop, Sejuani had already leaped off the saddle and quickly untied the tangled chains. With a roar, she hurled the heavy chains at the wolf ship, the metallic clang of metal striking the deck unusually dull.

However, as soon as she stepped into the sea, she felt an astonishing chill in the water, reminding her of supercooled water that would freeze quickly if shaken even slightly.

A chilling mist swept in from ahead, freezing the seawater wherever it went, creating a vast, slightly undulating mirror-like surface.

A layer of frost quickly spread along the ship's side, and Sejuani was forced back to shore by the sudden chill, but Steelmane's limbs, unable to retreat in time, were frozen in the seawater.

Sharp icicles grew from the soles of its feet, their jagged edges firmly wedging its limbs. The slightest struggle would tear through its flesh, sending chills down its spine.

Steelmane let out a terrified scream, and a huge figure slowly emerged from the mist, approaching from afar, like a massive ice floe pushed in by a nearly frozen wave.

The light of dawn outlined the sinister silhouette as she rode a colossal beast of frost, bones, and dark magic, her magnificent robes resembling freshly fallen snow.

"Lissandra!" Sejuani gritted her teeth and called out her name. This was the first time she had seen the witch in person, but now she felt as if she were meeting an enemy, her eyes burning with hatred.

“Daughter of War, how rude! Didn’t your elders tell you to respect the three sisters?” With her black lips slightly parted and her arms crossed in front of her, Lissandra displayed an air of superior authority.