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As the dark power engulfed him, Xiong Wen'an's energy seemed to surge dramatically. A red light erupted from his body, illuminating the entire hall with an aura of extreme malevolence that sent chills down the spine.
Xiong Wen'an's gaze grew increasingly frenzied, the red glow flickering in his pupils. His body began to tremble, as if he were enduring indescribable pain and misery. His howls became more piercing, like a beast trapped in the depths of darkness, emitting a roar filled with despair and rage.
At that moment, the sunlight appeared to dim, the once bright rays overshadowed by the encroaching darkness, casting an eerie chill over the entire platform. The dark energy surrounding Xiong Wen'an surged like a tide, his muscles tensed and veins visible, as if they might burst at any moment.
Swen and Darius watched anxiously from the side, their hearts racing. They could feel the evil aura radiating from Xiong Wen'an; this power was so immense that it could make the entire Rune Continent tremble. They understood that the situation had become extremely dangerous, and the presence of dark forces would bring unpredictable consequences, potentially leading to a catastrophic disaster for the continent.
Boyev clawed through the rubble, his body resembling a beast trapped in a mire. His hands struggled amidst the debris and mud, each dig accompanied by increasingly frantic breaths. Yet within his urgent actions lay a heart filled with selfish desires and ambition.
Boyev fought to free himself from the wreckage, his pained expression highlighting his predicament. Surrounding him were a group of poised soldiers—elite members of the Boyev family—who unhesitatingly took on the mission of protecting their family leader. Their eyes were filled with loyalty and determination; even in the face of death, they did not flinch.
As Boyev struggled in the rubble, he felt no gratitude toward these soldiers. He was solely anxious to witness the confrontation between Xiong Wen'an and Wei Dong, for it concerned the fate of the Noxus Summoner team. He showed no sorrow or pity for the sacrifices of his family’s soldiers; his mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of power and family interests.
Images of his family's military factory surfaced in Boyev's mind—it was their pride and a symbol of their strength. He constantly reminded himself that only by gaining control over the Summoner team could he secure his family's future and maintain their status in Noxus. This thought took deep root in his heart, driving him to dig desperately forward, unwilling to remain trapped among the ruins.
However, as he progressed in his digging, anxiety and agitation grew within him. He knew that the duel between Xiong Wen'an and Wei Dong would determine his family's fate, yet he could not control its outcome. This sense of helplessness intensified his frustration; he felt as though he were caught in an uncontrollable whirlpool from which there was no escape.
Finally, when he cleared a path for himself and stood beside the pile of rubble, his gaze became resolute. He had decided not to passively observe any longer but to actively intervene in this crucial confrontation because it involved not just his family's interests but also his personal ambition and thirst for power.
As Boyev's eyes roamed over the scene, witnessing Xiong Wen'an's dark power intensifying, his previously tense expression relaxed slightly. A frown creased his brow as an insidious smile crept onto his face with Xiong Wen'an's anguished howls. He felt an odd thrill—a long-lost sense of victory.
Within Boyev's heart burned a fierce hatred for Wei Dong, consuming his soul like an inferno. He recalled Wei Dong's contemptuous gaze earlier and remembered how effortlessly Wei Dong had defeated his Summoners. In his mind’s eye flashed scenes of his subordinates being helplessly taken down by Wei Dong; their pride and dignity trampled into dust. This memory ignited a molten rage within him as he thought of his family’s honor—everything had been scornfully crushed beneath Wei Dong's feet.
He was determined to completely crush this self-proclaimed hero and make him taste the bitterness of humiliation.
Boyev's mind was like a storm, with wild emotions raging within him. When he saw Xiong Wen'an gain the enhancement of dark powers, the distortions and hatred in his heart deepened even further.
Every memory felt like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into his heart and fueling his anger. He felt that his dignity had been gravely insulted, and his family's reputation had been tarnished. This filled him with madness and thoughts of revenge; he longed for retribution, yearning to make Wei Dong pay the price.
Boyev's eyes were filled with fervor and madness, his fingers clenched tightly, revealing his inner turmoil and restlessness. He felt an impulsive surge of anger driving him to launch a lethal attack on Wei Dong. In his heart, there was no longer any reason or kindness left, only a relentless desire for vengeance against Wei Dong.
Boyev's voice echoed through the hall, filled with resentment and madness. His words brimmed with hatred and fury towards Wei Dong, as if he intended to transform that resentment into flames to burn Wei Dong's soul.
However, Xiong Wen'an seemed oblivious to his shouting, gazing coldly ahead. As he slowly descended to the ground, he emanated an unprecedented aura, as if he were a demon rising from the abyss, exuding an irresistible sense of oppression.
Xiong Wen'an radiated a dark aura, with red glimmers flashing in his eyes that instilled a sense of unease. Although his appearance remained unchanged, there was an indescribable sense of evil about him that made it hard to believe this was the same charming and generous Xiong Wen'an from before.
At the same time, Wei Dong also sensed the atmosphere around him. He held his breath, focusing intently as magical energy surged between his hands, ready to face Xiong Wen'an's challenge. He knew this moment was crucial; he had to give it his all to defeat this immensely powerful opponent before him.
Wei Dong raised his hand and lightly cracked his neck, producing a crisp sound of bones grinding together. This gesture had once been a habit during ranked matches in the real world—a way to show he was fully focused. Now, he had adjusted his mindset to seventy percent seriousness, preparing for this life-and-death showdown against the avian foe.
With a low growl, Wei Dong attempted to bolster his confidence and immerse himself further into this decisive battle. He felt the magical energy surging within him and a strong desire blossoming in his heart—to overcome this formidable enemy and protect both himself and God Tone's life.
At that moment, his stomach churned as if responding to the tumultuous feelings within him; an inexplicable power surged through his body, making him feel like an enraged beast ready to unleash its fiercest attack on the enemy at any moment.
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