It really couldn't be blamed on Faen for not taking Emistan and Riven to heart—the level of this Twin Cities territory was just like this. Let alone Riven coming, even if Darius came, Faen equally wouldn't be able to muster much interest.
And now Zaun had also started to step onto the right track of prosperity. On the spirit realm level, the return rate the Twin Cities could bring to Faen had already reached the limit. Although there was still room for improvement, temporarily according to the effect of marginal utility, the things needed to do to further increase the happiness of the Twin Cities region would consume at least several times the energy of other suffering regions, and also dozens of times that of this region at the very beginning.
So after discovering Zaun had stepped onto the right track, and Piltover had also started to undergo subtle changes, Faen began to become a hands-off boss, leaving the problems between the two cities to the people of the two cities themselves to handle. He himself acted as the bottom line; whoever dared to cross this line to harm the interests of civilians and lower the region's happiness, Faen would directly kill their whole family.
And now, looking at Styraatu appearing in the mid-level city of Piltover, Faen rarely felt some pressure generating. And pressure itself is also a kind of motivation. Having not exercised properly for a long time, Faen, who mainly focused on practical combat during his training in Ionia, rarely felt a burst of itchy hands. He simply rolled his shoulders and said:
"We'll talk about other things when I come back. A good opponent like a Darkin is hard to find."
Saying this, Faen leaped up, turning into a moist streamer speeding towards the distance.
And looking at the departing Faen, Riven, who had just climbed up from the ground, also froze, then cast a bewildered gaze at Emistan on the side, seemingly asking what to do next.
To this, before Emistan could speak, Stevan on the side pointed at Caitlyn and others and said: "Someone! Quickly arrest these two guys for me! A Piltover traitor, a Zaun thug, execute them publicly right now! Let Zaunites know who this land exactly belongs to!!"
Hearing Stevan's words, slight discussions also came from the crowd. But until Stevan's voice fell, no one moved the slightest bit. Even Emistan didn't take Stevan's words to heart, just shaking her head at Riven on the side, then casting her gaze at Styraatu wreaking havoc in the mid-level city in the distance.
Although Faen's appearance was an accident, actually, this incident didn't change at all in essence. In the end, it still depended on who was stronger and who was weaker between Styraatu and Faen; the final result was winner takes all. It was just that because of Faen's arrival, the plan to control the truth through public opinion completely fell through...
Under these circumstances, the plan to detonate the Piltover Wardens was proposed by Stevan himself. Whether Emistan or other trade nobles, none had the thought of bearing the risk and betting together with Stevan before the result came out...
And just as Stevan was still hesitating and bewildered by this loss, on the other side, Faen also arrived at a relatively intact central plaza accompanied by the streamer.
A smile hanging on his face, Faen's signature water flow flashing with sapphire-like luster surrounded him. Although it was water flow, under Faen's control, this flowing water hummed and flowed like a living creature.
It was just unlike before, compared to the previous face full of leisure and casualness, the expression on Faen's face now also added a touch of focused sharpness besides joy. His pitch-black pupils locked tightly on the twisted existence ahead. No fear at all, only the excitement and focus of a hunter locking onto a target. A clear breeze blew past; Faen could clearly feel the wind shuttling lightly between the tips of his hair and the corners of his clothes, bringing a trace of coolness in this mid-level city filled with fire waves, and also bringing a kind of silent encouragement.
And perceiving Faen's arrival, her mind filled with the violent rage brought by the Darkin curse, Styraatu also suddenly cast her gaze behind her.
Her huge body floated a few feet above the ground in mid-air. Having no legs, her entire lower half was a mass of constantly surging and roaring flame core. The huge body burned constantly, emitting suffocating high heat. Her main body couldn't be seen with any humanoid outline except for the two arms. What entered the eyes was only a pair of slender arms as if stripped of flesh and skin. But wrapped in flames, that pair of dark red arms looked more like wildly dancing venomous snakes. And between these arms, on top of that burning flame intelligence, were embedded dense eyes filled with restlessness and rage. Every eye was full of inhuman madness and the desire to destroy. Between blinks, magma seemed to flow at the bottom of the eyes, and now they were locked deadly on Faen.
Her "weapon" fell on her right arm; it was a disproportionately huge harp. Both sides of the harp body presented the straight feeling of brass, but the interlayer inside was almost identical in composition to her arms. That was a special substance between flesh and steel, like a part of Styraatu's body—no, this was originally Styraatu's main body. And now, accompanied by the furious consciousness finding a carrier for possession, the played melody subsequently produced a series of deafening hums.
Although having no reason, the remaining instinct still let Styraatu feel a clear threat from Faen's body.
"Roar!!!" Accompanied by a low roar, Styraatu raised an arm and slapped it hard on the giant harp!
Hum——!!!
The power of a demigod was perfectly presented in this instant. In people's vision, an ear-piercing sonic boom accompanied by a visible fire wave mixed with dark red flames erupted instantly! Wherever the blazing flames passed, the ground stone slabs shattered and lifted like fragile biscuits. On the street, the remaining shop glass instantly turned into fine powder. Metal was licked by the fire wave; under the huge high temperature, brass twisted, signboards melted into liquid and dripped down.
But just at the instant that fire wave was about to touch Faen, the atmosphere around Faen suddenly condensed a large amount of water flow. Like a python possessing consciousness, several fierce flowing waters collided with the fire wave under Faen's control.
Sizzle——!
The sound of intense steam explosion rang out. The pillar of flowing water dimmed for a moment at the instant it touched the fire wave. The huge power coming from the energy level also forcibly knocked Faen back a few steps, his shoe soles dragging scorch marks on the scalding ground. The residual heat formed a scorching air wave blowing in his face, making people feel a burst of suffocation.
But then, accompanied by the diffusion of water mist, the temperature in the air also dropped at an astonishing speed. A few sounds of breaking the air rang out, followed by several water blades piercing through the water curtain and breaking the air.