League of Legends Invasion One Piece

When the blood is violent to the extreme and red to the extreme.

When the moon shines brightest.

At this time they collided.

A demon as bloodthirsty as hell.

A god like a god in the sky.

boom! ! ! !

The blood-red snowflakes on the plain suddenly broke away from the ground quickly, shooting in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.

The plain is like a lake with a huge stone thrown into it.

After the snow eruption was completed, it was followed by black soil.

This soil is extremely corrosive, and no matter whether it is snowflakes or trees it touches, a big hole will be corroded out of it.

The whole earth trembled with fear before it stopped.

A deep pit appeared in the perfect plain, and there was a lot of extremely corrosive black soil around the pit.

It all looked like an inflamed, oozing gunshot wound.

Soraka was floating in the air alone in the pit. She didn't feel any discomfort except that her face was slightly pale.

This was the first round of her first battle with that "person" in another world.

Clearly, she won.

Although she was victorious, she didn't show any excitement at all. She still looked calm and soared into the sky, floating up from the deep sky.

She landed on a place where there was no black soil and continued to move forward.

This time there was no cold wind against her, no violent flying snow attacking her.

Only the bloody light of a blood moon illuminated her.

She reached the center of the plain and then stopped.

There is also a pit here. This pit is three times smaller than the previous pit and three times larger than the basin.

Although the pit is not big, it is extremely deep. Soraka looked around and could not see the bottom of the pit under the blood-red moonlight.

This pit is also very strange. The snowflakes flying in the sky cannot float in at all, but are blown away by the breath ejected from the pit.

The smell was very bloody, as if there was a newly made mass grave underneath.

Soraka seemed to feel something. She looked along the hole to the full moon, which was still blocked by the blood cloud.

The pothole was pointed at the blood moon exactly and impartially.

Soraka was certain that this was where all the changes came from.

Whether it's the blood clouds in the sky, the red snowflakes, or the plains stained with a layer of plasma.

These, all of these are caused by this pit.

And in the pit, there must be the "person" she is looking for.

Soraka no longer hesitated, she was about to launch a fatal blow into the pit and make that "man" apologize for the wrong he had committed.

Soraka stood her staff on the snow, then put her hands together, clenching her fist with her left hand and holding her left hand with the right.

It looks like two fists joined together.

She held them to her chest. Her head slowly lowered, and her chin rested on her two fists.

It's like a nun meditating and praying.

She is not meditating and praying, she is releasing a killing move.

Soraka closed her eyes and began to move her mouth rapidly.

The words he spoke were not the language of One Piece, nor the language of Valoran. But an ancient language.

The staff seemed to have received her order, slowly rising slowly.

Its whole body is getting brighter and brighter, and the light is getting more and more dazzling.

You can faintly see a faint film appearing where the light reaches. As thin as cicada wings. But no matter how the wind blows, the snow falls. This membrane is not broken.

This is Soraka's realm, a world that belongs to her.

The staff flew to the top of the membrane and then stopped. Its light had reached its peak.

It's also very quiet, eerily quiet. Like a soldier who is ready to attack, waiting for the general's order to attack.

When ordered to do so, it attacks. Take the enemy's head.

Soraka opened her eyes suddenly and glanced at the pit with an extremely cold expression.

Soraka under the staff is