Joy Mark, the customary method of Ashlesh and the vast majority of demons. It itself was formed according to the power and concept mastered by the demons. According to the different essence of the user, the effects produced and the usage methods were also different.
Similar to Evelynn, in the game, she could activate the mark to make the opponent enter an abnormal charm state and receive increased damage.
Although Faen wasn't Ashlesh's main body, knowing Ashlesh's purpose, he occupied Ashlesh's essence through unorthodox means. For Faen, perceiving, capturing, and influencing the target through the mark was still at his fingertips—in contrast, what was uniquely troublesome was how to complete the application of the mark instead.
Because Faen wasn't the real Ashlesh after all, applying the mark couldn't be done with just a look to complete blessing or curse like Ashlesh. But in the battle just now, Faen had already hit LeBlanc.
Like now, after a short time passed, after fermenting, Faen could already detect the flow trajectory of LeBlanc's illusion magic. And—
"Found you!" Faen shouted softly.
Voice falling, Faen stepped forward suddenly. The air under his feet seemed to condense into an entity in this instant. Accompanied by the force of thighs thick as logs, the instantly erupting air emitted a pop sound!
Accompanied by Faen's sturdy figure turning into an afterimage, the twelve flying blades of flowing water behind him turned into winding and swirling azure streamers. Unlike the main body's straight assault, these azure streamer water blades weren't straight attacks, but circled around Faen with exquisite arcs and deadly spirals, accurately passing through the gaps of heavy phantoms during this process, smashing and piercing the sky full of true or false spells, and piercing towards the shadow where LeBlanc's true body hid along with Faen's figure!
As Faen approached, realizing Faen had already discovered her, LeBlanc also pursed her lips. The burning sensation in her lower abdomen was further aggravating. Even saying, LeBlanc could clearly feel that a spirit realm mark had already begun to emerge two inches below her navel where Faen hit her. And when this spirit realm energy could emerge and station on the material body, it also showed its erosion degree was already very serious.
But only serious—"It's not time to end yet!" A touch of coldness and hidden madness flashed across LeBlanc's enchanting face.
Looking forever calm, composed, and confident of victory, but actually LeBlanc wasn't truly calm—otherwise she wouldn't have fallen for Mordekaiser's trick. Rather, the reason why LeBlanc's plans could constantly succeed was largely due to her own hidden paranoia and the high fault tolerance brought to her by illusion magic.
In past history, the Pale Woman had already died dozens of times. Even Swain had killed her once...
And now, LeBlanc knew very well. This mark seemed to have pinched her, but it wasn't without a cracking method—"Kill you, enslave you! All problems will be easily solved! Demon!"
Looking at Faen with a sinister smile, LeBlanc waved her staff. The surrounding roads, eaves, and roofs were instantly filled with gold and purple illusions. Looking at Faen at the same time, the illusions carved from the same mold hung the same expression on their faces, giving a feeling of sharing a bitter hatred of the enemy. Immediately after, overwhelming chains and magic marks rushed towards Faen competing to be first. And unlike the half-true half-false before, this time wasn't fake; every illusion had been filled with maximum magic power by LeBlanc.
Unceremoniously speaking, the current LeBlanc alone was a mage legion.
Magic bombardment like a pouring rainstorm. The moment it fell, Faen lost all traces almost immediately. Whether observing with telescopes or live broadcasting through Chem-tech airships, even spirit realm picture projection experienced brief stuttering and distortion because of this intense magic fluctuation.
"Haha, looks like I won!" The voice of Patriarch Medarda sounded in the channel of Bluewind Manor: "My friends, the upcoming Zaun will be decomposed by my House Medarda as the chief surgeon..."
"Don't rush." Camille's voice sounded from the channel.
Not through picture broadcast, Camille had arrived near the battlefield since an unknown time. Located on a pair of bladed legs shooting out two spring cables deeply embedded into the fixing slots specially prepared for her on the Hextech tower—actually, she could attach and embed even without fixing slots. It was just that it would damage the Chem-tech tower itself, and strength and safety were not as reliable as these specially prepared fixing slots.
And approaching the battlefield, the Hextech raw stone heart on Camille's chest constantly pumped out rings of magic ripples. This most primitive Hextech Crystal possessed purity, performance, and values far exceeding ordinary crystals. This made Camille's body almost stop aging, and possess reaction and perception far exceeding ordinary people.
Especially on the magic level, approaching the battlefield, Camille could feel that in these violently surging magic storms, any area behind—or rather a figure moving at high speed—was almost unaffected.
Also as Camille perceived, amidst the magic bombing, Piltover's streets were constantly destroyed at an alarming speed. And the moment touching these storms, the storm power around Faen suddenly intensified.
These blessings originating from the Janna's Fury of the Storm formed a pale wind wall surrounding Faen. Subsequent flowing water climbed onto it, turning into thick water mist swirling at high speed accompanied by the storm. The two combining and overlapping, whether magic marks, chains, orbs, or illusion sharp blades were all blown away, crushed, and deflected in an instant!
And just as LeBlanc prepared to increase the intensity of the bombing to make this annoying guy stop advancing. Suddenly, perceiving something, LeBlanc's pupils shrank suddenly, then her graceful figure was forced to roll out of the shadow. Almost at the same time, an invisible sharp blade broke through the air from her visual blind spot. The cloak, black outside and gold inside, left a wet mark accompanied by the screaming wind sound, then was directly shredded by the wind blade spreading on it!
Looking at the broken cloak, LeBlanc felt a burst of scalp numbness. But before she could recover, Faen had already closed in like a shadow!
"Melee time!" Faen's laughter carried the howl of high-speed movement.
While speaking, around Faen, those flying blades dancing wildly in the sky didn't retract, but hovered around Faen like loyal hounds, and broke through the air at an astonishing speed accompanying Faen's approach, shuttling, cutting, and harassing at high speed around LeBlanc.
The agile sharp blades displayed wonderful melodies under Ionian resonance. During flight, whether shuttle trajectories or attack frequencies were like a beautiful chord. But in this chord, the current LeBlanc had absolutely no thought of appreciating it.
Even quite the opposite—at least three of the twelve water blades had their light deflected by the storm, revealing slight aura only at the moment of launching an attack. Combined with the remaining nine sharp blades, just the incoming flying blades had already forced her to dodge constantly, unable to cast spells with peace of mind.
And in LeBlanc's brief annoyance, Faen had already obtained ghost-like melee speed with the help of wind power.
That is, the moment he cut within three steps of LeBlanc, Faen's body swelled violently a circle, the burly figure growing a head taller again accompanied by a few cracking sounds. It was just that compared to before, the skin of the current Faen's whole person showed a terrifying scarlet. At the arms, wrists, and joints all over his body, accompanied by the increase in body temperature, steaming water vapor wrapped around Faen.
"The carnival, never ends!!"
Accompanied by a low growl, Faen, arriving in front of LeBlanc laughing wildly, had already taken a deep breath, his chest cavity and lungs almost swelling a circle. Without any process of breathing and ventilation at all, fists the size of sandbags turned into afterimages spreading across this space in front of LeBlanc accompanied by explosive sounds continuously ringing like firecrackers.
Every punch was accompanied by the acceleration of the storm, making Faen's punching speed faster and faster, faster and faster, until finally drawing afterimages and even unable to see the image of the fist, leaving only afterimages and black lines constantly shuttling and flashing back and forth in space.
At first, LeBlanc parried and dodged in a sorry state with magic shields and illusion displacements. But unfortunately, under Faen's storm-like offensive, she simply didn't have enough time to cast a spell powerful and stable enough. And every collision of forced parrying, accompanied by fine splashing water drops, clearly dissipated a large amount of magic light dust from LeBlanc's body.
Distortion? LeBlanc locked onto an illusion in the distance with her peripheral vision.
For a mage of LeBlanc's level, spatial replacement with her own illusion couldn't be considered any brilliant spell—but this spell was very convenient.
But just as LeBlanc was still thinking this, an invisible water blade emerged from the storm deflecting light. While forcing back LeBlanc's sight, it also directly cut off the newly established magic connection between her true body and the illusion.
"All your magic is in my sight—" Feeling the horror and despair in LeBlanc's gaze, Faen deepened his connection with the Joy Mark and the effect the Joy Mark produced on LeBlanc.
"You can't go anywhere!!!"
While speaking, Faen forcibly smashed a magic energy light cannon LeBlanc had plotted for a long time—his burly body forcibly withstanding the surging magic torrent, his broad palm grabbing LeBlanc's neck directly in an instant lifting her up forcefully.
Struggling to pull Faen's arm, LeBlanc wanted to break free, but found that all over her body, she couldn't even mobilize half a bit of magic.