The entire battlefield condensation until it condenses.

The breath of time is like the quicksand, bit by bit, passing by and returning.

The wind, the breeze, blowing.

The next moment.

"Sharp--" is like the sound of everything blooming.

"Sharp--" is like the sound of all things withering.

Everything in the world grows and witheres, and winter goes and spring comes, just here, just one knife.

A knife passed by.

The entire Noxus wall, the iron-blooded wall that had been standing for countless years, began to collapse, like countless years passed, weathered into sand.

At the same time.

On the battlefield, countless weapons also decayed with this time.

People age, wither and turn into dust.

A knife is like time.

Time is like a knife.

Just one knife.

With one knife, half of the Noxus was shattered.

With one knife, half of the battlefield was cut.

After one knife.

The eerie disappears.

The most prosperous flowers wither at their best.

Lao Du slowly fell from the top of the city and followed the knife in his hand.

It's like, flowers that will eventually wither.

"Dad!!!" Katerina, the already ruthless Katerina, shed two lines of blood and tears.

Looking at the old man who was slowly falling.

It was like seeing the entire Noxus falling slowly.

The city wall has fallen.

A flat horse.

Are you going to lose? (To be continued)

ps: The second update.

Got asleep.
Chapter completed!