Xezal had set up a formation to prevent James from escaping.
Her mastery of formations far surpassed James’, but his formation was an Ancient Magic Circle and unfamiliar to her, so she could not break it in a short time.
James attempted to force a breakthrough but ended in failure. The formidable pressure within the formation struck him like a blow from an unparalleled powerhouse, leaving him instantly wounded.
Whoosh!
From the ruins in the distance, a figure flew out. It was James. He had a disheveled appearance, bloodstained lips, and a battered body.
Standing in the void, he gazed at the distant shadow and the numerous elders of the Doom Race, his expression growing serious.
Among all the Doom Race, he was most concerned and wary of Xezal, an existence dreaded throughout the Greater Realms. Yet, he did not expect to encounter her while rescuing Thea.
“Surrender, James,” Xezal’s voice echoed from afar.
“You can’t escape. Surrender, and maybe I’ll spare your life. If you insist on fighting, this will be the place where you meet your end.”
“Hah!” James replied nonchalantly, “I admit that you’re strong, but you fall just a bit short of killing me. I don’t want to turn the Doom Race into ruins. Release the formation, and we’ll engage in a death duel in the Chaotic Void.”
His words flowed effortlessly as he did not really think Xezal would lift the formation.
“Well, I’ll show you what true despair is,” Xezal responded.
In the next moment, to James’ astonishment, the formation surrounding him vanished, and the entire Doom Race’s protective Mountain Formation disappeared as well.
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