Zaun and Piltover, offshore.

While the Wind Leaders were struggling to resist the undead invasion around the world, Janna and Levi were always fighting to the death with Mordekaiser in the black mist barrier.

The wind of change and the king of the underworld, the vast power of the two gods, poured out unreservedly at this moment.

The violent airflow and the surging black mist are like two flood hurricanes meeting head-on.

The two are constantly entangled, colliding, and opposing each other in this boundary space. Their clashes create vast turbulence and shatter countless flying clouds.

If it weren't for Mordekaiser's black mist barrier that isolated the inside and outside, then the aftermath of this battle of true gods alone would have been enough to set off thousands of giant waves on the sea, crushing countless undead.

"Hammer of Destruction!" Mordekaiser slapped Levi away from him for an unknown number of times.

But Janna's fiery airflow could always protect his body intact, and her resuscitating monsoon could always make him recover after fatigue.

I saw Levi flying backwards for thousands of meters in an instant, only to stop when he hit the solid black mist barrier.

But in the blink of an eye, with the blessing of Janna's divine power, he was swept back with endless violent air currents, wielding the invisible blade condensed by the storm, and came back menacingly.

"This..." The more Mordekaiser fought, the more he felt something was wrong.

According to his assumptions, shouldn't the goddess Janna become weaker and weaker as her followers disappear?

Why did the two sides fight for so long, and Janna's divine power not only did not weaken, but also became faintly stronger?

This is actually easy to explain.

Mordekaiser was distracted and looked through the dense black mist barrier in the direction of Zaun and Piltover:

He saw that the coastal defense system that had been defeated in his eyes was still standing firmly there.

At this time, there were so many undead pouring into the mortal world that they occupied the entire sea within Mordekaiser's field of vision.

The setting sun had already set. But the fluorescent will-o'-the-wisp that obscured the clouds almost turned the dark night into gloomy day.

But even so, the coastal defense line of the Twin Cities still stands. It stands proudly in front of the Sea of ​​the Dead, blocking the waves of death for the brightly lit city behind it.

"How dare these humans survive until now?" Mordekaiser couldn't believe it.

For the first time in his life, he couldn't help but be surprised by the power of a mortal.

Zaun and Piltover, this city was still a weak city-state attached to the wings of the Noxus Empire more than two years ago, and even an imperial battle group had to be carefully guarded by its soldiers and generals.

But now, its people stand bravely in front of the sea of ​​​​the dead that is destroying the world and has persisted without flinching until now!

The city is still the same city, and the people are still the same people.

How did the weak Shuangcheng people become so powerful?

"No..." It's not just the Twin Cities.

The undiminished divine power of the goddess Janna has shown that not only in the Twin Cities, but also in Shurima, Demacia, Noxus, Ionia, and Bilgewater——

In every battlefield in Runeterra, the leader did not flinch, was not defeated, and was not destroyed!

"I said it." Janna's ethereal and powerful voice sounded calmly at this moment: "Our people will definitely be able to complete the mission."

"But your arrogance makes you arrogant and blinds you to the great power that mortals possess - and this is doomed to your failure, Mordekaiser."

"Failure?" Mordekaiser smiled.

He was a little annoyed, but more mockingly retorted: "Yes, I admit, the performance of those ants is beyond my imagination."

"It's amazing that they have persisted for so long in front of my undead army."

"But..." Mordekaiser's voice turned cold: "What can this change?"

"Ants are just ants after all!"

"Faced with the great flood that swallows up the world, the ants' struggle can only delay their drowning process and make them endure more despair and pain before they die!"

In Mordekaiser's view, Janna's current performance is nothing more than a terminally ill patient's flashback.

Yes, the willpower and combat effectiveness of those leaders were stronger than he imagined.

But are their physical abilities unlimited? Are their magic powers unlimited? Are their weapons and ammunition unlimited?

neither.

"I want to see how long you can hold on!" Mordekaiser sneered.

His army of tens of millions of undead may have been reduced to a fraction by now.

And what about the Leader? The troops that the Leader has mobilized urgently around the world would be good if the total number could be 1 million.

In any case, the strength of the troops in this battle is tens of millions versus one million, and the advantage is obviously mine!

And as the war raged from dusk until dark, the physical strength, weapons and ammunition of the leaders must have been almost exhausted.

The leader is just at the end of its might. Even though they have not been defeated until now, the shaky defense line may collapse in the next second.

That's what Mordekaiser was thinking...

"Withdraw?" He saw the leaders on the coastal defense line suddenly starting to retreat backwards.

They have abandoned their long-standing coastal defenses and are desperately shrinking towards the cities behind them.

"Hahahaha..." Mordekaiser couldn't help laughing: "Janna, what now?"

"Your followers can no longer hold on - where is the 'mortal power' you called now?"

Janna was silent. She seemed to have fallen into despair due to this scene.

This retreat of the leader seems to be just a limited strategic change. But everyone can see that it is also the beginning of a great defeat.

After all, even the strongest coastal defense line cannot be defended. When the undead pour into the city, will the veteran and tired leader be able to hold it?

"Hahaha." Mordekaiser admired this scene proudly.

He saw the leaders, like bereaved dogs, trying their best to delay the advance of the undead with various weapons while running towards the rear in embarrassment.

Gradually, as the leader continued to withdraw, the sea of ​​the dead finally flooded the coast under the impact of this wave, and poured into the bustling city behind.

For a time, fluorescent light covered the ground, will-o'-the-wisps soared into the sky, and the city was slowly engulfed by the wave of undead, and was about to collapse before his eyes.

Although the residents of the coastal urban area had already retreated to the rear for refuge before the leader retreated.

But the Twin Cities are so big, so how can there be so many places to hide behind?

When the undead army crosses the coastal city and pours into the hinterland of the city, what awaits millions of people in the twin cities will be a despairing massacre.

"Look, Janna!" Mordekaiser sneered: "Those mortals you want to protect will soon perish in front of you."

"And without the faith of millions of people, how long can you hold on in front of me?"

Janna remained silent, as if she no longer had the confidence to refute.

Mordekaiser looked at her proudly, as if he wanted to appreciate the despair in the goddess's eyes.

But what he saw was not despair.

But it is calm, and there is silent anger in the calm, just like in the morning.

"What?" Mordekaiser's heart sank.

He finally realized something was wrong.

He was laughing arrogantly just now, just talking and not doing anything, because he knew that Janna's current strength was about the same as him.

Now let’s continue the fight, and we won’t be able to tell the winner for a while.

So it is better to stop and hang up and type taunts, wait until the twin cities are completely fallen, all the wind leaders are dead, and the power of the goddess Janna is weakened to the point that she can no longer compete with her, and then solve the battle with one blow.

The advantage is his, and so is his time.

Therefore, Mordekaiser had the patience to wait.

But...

"Why don't you do anything?" Mordekaiser stared at Janna.

The one who is about to lose now is obviously her! Shouldn't she seize the time and let go and fight to the death before her strength is weakened too much?

But she also imitated him and hung up on the spot, doing nothing.

Why? Because she was so desperate that she gave up resistance?

"No..." Janna's eyes said everything.

She finally responded: "Because I'm waiting too."

"What are you waiting for?" Mordekaiser felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Wait for my comrade." Janna said.

"?" Mordekaiser didn't understand.

He never imagined that there would be gods in this world who would call their followers "comrades" with equal status.

But he knew that Janna was the God of Faith, and the God of Faith had only one source of power, and that was believers.

So Janna is waiting for her followers?

But how can a believer who needs time to develop appear out of thin air in this short battle?
To be continued...