A few minutes ago.

In the deep tunnel illuminated by purple evil light, Nasus, transformed into the form of a god, continued to go deeper into the ground.

He was also surrounded by purple light. Waves of phantoms, more agile and ferocious than those outside, came rushing in, but none of them could get within ten meters of him. They were all torn apart by the sand stirred up by the black magic.

Nasus simply ignored this group of insects that had no fear at all, and his eyes, which were flickering and burning with black and purple flames, stared straight at the end hundreds of meters away.

There, the bedrock of the earth seemed to be torn open, and countless spikes formed by hernias tightly surrounded a thin film that emitted an even more evil light. It beat like a heart, and the sound seemed to be able to penetrate the flesh and reach the soul.

But if you stare at it for too long, you will feel that it is a huge and deep eye, as if it can suck the human soul into it, and you will never be able to escape.

Nasus stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Like an evil and ugly light in a nightmare, it continuously scatters from another empty dimension extending from the ground, breaking apart all matter in this world.

His mouth felt slightly bitter as he heard the sounds of battle coming from the periphery behind him and sensed the familiar power of his fellow god-warriors.

“Horok…” Nasus murmured, then took a deep breath. “The cycle of life and death… This time, it’s my turn to close the void rift.”

The long-handled battle axe turned flexibly in Nasus's hand, and a magic circle covering at least dozens of meters and burning with blue-purple flames suddenly appeared under his feet.

In the blink of an eye, at least hundreds of ethereal spirits gathered around him were burned to ashes by the magical flames.

At the same time, he raised his left hand above his head, and the withered magic power dissipated outside the magic circle almost instantly, controlling most of the void spirits.

“Turn to dust!” Nasus’ voice was hoarse and low.

In just a heartbeat, the endless swarms of insects around him disappeared, and the ancient astral magic turned to ashes.

After dealing with this group of annoying little bugs, Nasus continued to move forward slowly, covering a distance of hundreds of meters in a few seconds.

When he was less than a heartbeat away from the void rift, he stopped.

Nasus could hear inexplicable whispers ringing in his ears...

But to be precise, it actually echoed directly in his mind, as if the whole world was constantly emitting shrill and terrified screams and howls.

This was not the first time Nasus faced the Void. He had once gone to the front line of Icathia under the leadership of the first Queen Setaka and faced off against a group of even more terrifying corrupted monsters.

This impact is insignificant to him.

Nasus gripped the long-handled battle axe tightly in his right claw, and the astral magic in his body brewed and gathered strength, reaching its peak in an instant, attaching to his obsidian body to form a close-fitting magic barrier.

With this protection, the empty whispers that could easily affect the mind immediately dissipated.

However, even after making all the preparations, Nasus still did not take action, but looked around vigilantly.

Just before entering this core area, he could still sense a terrifying spirit wandering around here.

But now, there is nothing else except the bare rock walls, the void cracks in front of him, and the scattered insects around that have lost their ability to move but have not yet completely died out.

Nasus' heart trembled, and a bad thought emerged in his mind:

This is a monster with stealth capabilities...

On the front lines of Icathia, the gods' warriors were most troubled by this type of phantom.

They are countless times faster than regular Void Spirits, can blend into the environment, and block most magical perceptions.

Only those melee Ascendants who have been through many battles and have developed intuition can gain a slight advantage in fighting against them...

Nasus gritted his teeth. He hadn't expected such an unexpected event to happen. "Sure enough, that young man and the little girl were right."

His thick claws gripped the saline soil and rocks under his feet, and he held the axe handle with both hands, adopting an offensive and defensive posture, always prepared for possible attacks.

Just as Nasus turned his head, a whistling sound of breaking air came from the blind spot of his vision.

It reached his ears in less than a breath.

Relying on his combat instincts and muscle memory, Nasus suddenly dragged the battle axe with one hand and swung it to his side.

"Hiss!"

A mutant mantis that was at least ten meters in size let out a shrill scream. His axe smashed the shell on one side of its body, and it flew backwards and hit the rock wall dozens of meters away, creating a deep pit.

Nasus looked closely and saw that the giant mantis had only a single purple eye without an eyeball. Its blue-purple chitinous body was covered with tumors and wriggling tentacles. Its pharyngeal tube protruding from its mouth was covered with dense needle-like teeth, and dark green corrosive liquid continuously seeped out of its mouth.

The tentacle mantis's single eye rotated irregularly, and a scorching purple light quickly injected into its body from deep within the void rift, repairing its broken shell and several broken tentacles.

Immediately afterwards, the tentacle mantis roared at Nasus, and its elytra, which were as rotten as rotten meat, shook the air rapidly, stirring up a fierce gale.

However, compared to the desert storm sweeping around Nasus, this strong wind that could easily pierce through human flesh and bones seemed so soft and powerless.

Nasus snorted coldly, quickly raised his left hand and aimed it at the void monster not far away, and used the withering magic again.

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