He Comes From the Void

Kahn looked at Shen who fell to the ground, and through the void of vision, he could see that the color of life in him was gradually weakening.

If he rushed over and implanted the power of the void into Shen's body at this time, it might be possible to save him.

Regardless of what benefits Jiu Shen can bring to him, Kusuo and Jie watched them with gaze beside them. At this time, it would be too big to split the skin and armor.

However, at this moment, an abnormal phenomenon in Shen's body firmly attracted his attention-somehow, after Shen's vitality weakened to a certain degree, the rate of weakness was greatly reduced.

Is this dead? What is he waiting for?

"I'm not ashamed of you! I've finished telling you good things!"

When I came back to my senses, I heard Kai'Sa angrily say, Kahn heard what Ku said. He whispered to himself, and a lightning bolt came to test his details on his backhand.

The scorching lightning tore the air, and a puff of black smoke emerged from the sleeve of Kushuo's sleeve, which turned into a shadow to shelter him.

The brightest and the darkest collided with each other. The two should have offset each other, but Kahn's lightning bolt contained the power of the void. Even if it was resisted by the shadows, the aftermath of the explosion still tore Kushuo's robe.

The withered face was so cold that it seemed to freeze, and a white hair was sent down in a mess, and a brown age spot on the old forehead was particularly conspicuous.

Ku said that he didn't suffer any substantial harm, but he lost the lottery in the first match, which made him feel ashamed.

"Arrogant junior, I want to train your souls into weapons and suffer forever!"

He tore up his tattered robe, revealing his strong upper body. Black tattoos are all over his body, his neck, arms, chest and back... the ink-colored lines even extend below the belt, I don't know how much he still hides in his lower body.

These tattoos are squirming, they are alive and conscious, and may be able to make sounds that only the tattooed person can hear.

She said that she walked up the steps quickly, and the torrential rain of Kai'Sa's Icacia burst out.

Just now she said bitterly that she was too close to Shen. Kaisha wanted to save Shen a whole body and pressed her cheek pouch. Now she said bitterly that if she walked away alone, she no longer suppressed her anger, and all turned into bursts. Plasma lased out.

The hovering missile blasted, and the bitter words turned into black smoke and shuttled forward, and the stone steps behind him shattered and collapsed under successive bombardments.

He reached out to grab the black box surrounded by black air, but he was not the only one who wanted to get the black box.

Kahn chased him from behind, much faster than him.

Ku said that he wanted to push Kahn away, but Kahn also had the same idea. Shadow hands and sharp claws stretched towards each other, but they were invariably avoided by each other with shadow and blur.

The two hands touched the black box at the same time, and they fought hard, pressing the black box with one hand to prevent it from being snatched by the opponent; with the other hand, either stabbed or blocked, the trick was fatal, and they couldn't wait to kill the other.

Kahn relied on the firmness of his skin armor, and said a heart-piercing puncture, and snatched the black box from his hand. But how could Ku said willingly to hand over the black box, and the shadow hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the black box.

Click!

With a crisp chimera, the black box was opened-Ku said that the master's shadow hand could not retrieve the black box from Kahn's hand, but just grabbed the gap and opened the lid.

A cloud of thick ink-like liquid spilled out, extremely deep and dark, like a black curtain covering the air.

Both of them were drenched in a transparent way. Kahn instantly felt something trying to get under his skin. A cloud of shadow wanted to envelop his mind, instilling contempt for the weak, and instilling his contempt for the weak. It implies an ancient dark magic.

But it was only an instant. After being invaded by Black Ink, the Void Skin Armor activated its instincts, devouring Black Ink crazily, swearing his sovereignty, just like an unreasonable hungry demon.

These black inks are conscious. They are afraid of the skin armor, dripping along the sharp edges of the skin armor to the ground, gathering into a ball and flowing towards the feet of Kushua.

Kusayu burst into laughter at the sight, let go of his body and let the ink penetrate into his skin, pouring into his nose. The ink seemed to boil, rolling violently around him, gradually drowning his laughter.

Kahn reached out the praying mantis knife and pierced into the ink ball, but he didn't feel any obstruction, it seemed that his body had melted into the ink ball.

He could only keep stirring, imagining that he would insert chopsticks into the egg and smash the yolk to stop the change in Kushuo's body.

But this seems to be useless.

Guru... Guru... Guru, that is the sound of Kusu swallowing ink. Kahn also swallowed ink outside, robbing energy from the bitter inside.

But there are too many shadow essences accumulated in the black box. Kunlong in several areas has turned natural magic into shadow magic day and night, accumulated in this small box, and spilled all at once, letting Kahn leave it. No matter how absorbed it is, it cannot prevent the theory of suffering from becoming stronger.

"Embrace the darkness!"

Bang!

As the ink ball burst open, Kahn was knocked out and rolled down the steps.

Kai'Sa lifted him up, and the two looked at the top of the throne. They said bitterly that they had become the incarnation of shadows—he was floating in mid-air and laughing wildly, his whole body was as dark as ink, and many thick ink spiders grew behind him. Legs, each leg is connected to a sword with a hook, and there are countless drops of ink floating beside him.

Kusayu looked at the two condescendingly, his eyes had been blinded by the shadow, and the dark and hollow eyes seemed to be filled with endless darkness.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Ku Shuo suddenly opened his mouth to an extremely exaggerated arc, spitting out a large amount of thick ink between the two of them.

Kahn and Kai'Sa dodged and dodged, the ink pillar bombarded the ground, like a heavy hammer falling, blasting the ground out of deep pits, and each piece of splashed gravel was as big as a head.

"Jie! Did I teach you to watch a movie?!"

As Kusaye drank violently, Jie, who had been watching from the sidelines, also joined the battle. Kusay waved Kai'Sa to Jie to deal with, and went to trouble Kahn himself.

He watched the battle in the tunnel before, and those shadow stream disciples were the tools he used to test the details of the two. Ku said very clearly that Kahn and Kai'Sa cannot complement each other, otherwise he will face an opponent that can hardly be defeated.

He floated forward, waved his big hand, and the limbs made of thick ink suddenly stretched out, poking towards Kahn's position.

Kahn jumped backwards, exploded again under his feet, and the black touch penetrated deeply into the ground, and the rubble flew away. Kahn, who was leaping in the air, couldn't dodge, but was hit by the other pitch-black body he threw and hit his chest, and slammed it heavily on the wall.

The dark touch formed by the thick ink is stronger than the black smoke, and the heavy pressure seems to crush his chest, distorting his expression in pain. Kahn sighed and just opened his eyes, another black touch had hit his face.