"I'm sorry, I've tried my best, but I still can't hold you up." When Jana's worried face appeared in front of him, Jeno realized what had happened to him when he fell. Cana tried to lift them up with the wind, but they fell so fast that she only had time to cushion them.

"Hey, thank you, otherwise the Abyss would have been destroyed in my hands." Jeno moved his arm, and nothing was wrong except that the pain was so strong that it almost overshadowed all other sensations.

Seeing that Jeno was concerned about their ship and not herself, Cana felt a little distressed. But it's a blessing that people are fine.

Ezreal came over and helped Jeno up, while Sarah took Sindra aside and laid her down gently.

"What's wrong with her? Why did you attack Orn? Sarah asked.

"Spirit Bear invaded her mind and provoked her madness." Jeno took a deep breath of cold air and relieved some of the pain.

"What then? Do you want to tie it up? Sarah touched the shark belt around her waist, and when she saw Jeno looking at her with strange eyes, she explained without changing her face: "Don't look at me like that, I don't have the idea of announcing personal vendettas." ”

"Maybe the ice magic can calm her down." Thinking of Ash's previous use of the bow and arrow to keep Udir calm, Jeno looked away and landed on Nunu. "Nunu, give it a try."

Nunu consciously approached with Willamp, he had already done something similar to wake up Sindra before, so this time he was not so timid.

"Let me think about which song you want to sing...... Nunu took out the ice flute he had named Svershan, and after some serious contemplation, he danced to the melody.

Although Nunu's flute is not highly technical, the sound only serves as a vehicle to gently convey magic into Sindra's mind.

Jeno turned on the vision to pay attention to the whole process, watching the echoes of magic drive out the spirit bear that was entrenched in his mind little by little, and finally let Sindra find the voice of his soul.

She slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying on the cold deck, surrounded by a crowd of people watching her, and a little kid pretending to play the flute beside her, which made her face a little unbearable.

Almost subconsciously screaming, the shockwave spread out from Syndra's body, instantly sweeping across the entire deck.

Nunu was interrupted and stumbled back onto Willumpu's fluffy belly. Because there was no malice, the impact did not cause substantial damage, but only repelled the crowd of onlookers and kept others from getting too close.

"Syndra, don't make a fuss, okay? We are now on the battlefield. Sarah couldn't get used to Sindra's waywardness, and warned in a deep voice.

"What do you mean? I destroyed the bearman, what did you do? Sindra floated and looked down at Sarah with a condescending gaze, as if to question why she was talking to her like that.

Cana told Sindra everything that had happened, from the time she was possessed by Spirit Bear to the time she woke up, helping her remember what she had done.

Sindra was silent, her fists clenched solemnly.

She realizes that she has done many wrong things, causing more trouble to Jano than the Bear Man Slayer, not only provoking an alliance with Orn, but also causing Jeno to be nearly injured for herself.

Sindra's gaze swept over Jeno, Nunu, Sarah, and the others, and she was proud that she didn't allow her to bow her head and apologize to others, but she could do something else to save herself for her mistakes.

Then, her gaze shifted to the battlefield of the Old Gods, and Orn still hadn't found a suitable opportunity to counterattack, passively defending against Volibel's onslaught. He was forced step by step and retreated to the furnace village, his face with a thick beard already turned over by electricity.

They overturned the huge furnace, and molten ore poured out from the edge of the pit that had no hill. Volibel waved his claws repeatedly, and lightning struck the mountain intensively, and fountains of flames erupted from the cracks in the cliffs. Black smoke filled the sky, the earthquake trembled, and the blood in the heart of the world flowed freely on the high ground.

Both Alvarossa and Winterclaw witnessed Voliber and Orn battling each other.

Sindra finally looked at the Forbidden Tree that she had thrown away, and she picked it up without saying a word, and then flew towards the furnace.

"Sindra! Aren't you messy enough? ”

Sarah's loud question came from behind her, but she ignored it and flew straight to the furnace with the Forbidden Demon Tree. The bare Forbidden Tree reoriented itself in the air, aiming the tip of its crown at Volibel.

She took a deep breath, poured all her anger at Volibel into her palms, and pushed it out!

I saw that the speed of the Forbidden Demon Tree suddenly skyrocketed, and it slammed into the giant bear from behind!

Suddenly, the world fell into an eerie silence, and all the voices fell silent.

The ferocious giant bear froze in motion, and the powerful electric light between his eyes faded, and he looked at the giant tree that pierced his abdomen in disbelief. The thunderbolt between his claws died down with a few crackles, and the swift attack suddenly fell.

Orn seized the opportunity, and the horns of the flaming fire slammed into Volibel's jaw and knocked him back. Volibel fell backwards, but was held against his back by the Forbidden Tree and did not fall.

Orn raised his hammer, and the flames gathered into a muscular ram phantom, whiskering with rage, two of its heights. Orn then rushed towards the lava-tumbling beast, colliding with it with a hammer, and the ram ethereal suddenly gained the power of the earth's pulsation, and rushed across the lava field, crashing into the flesh of the giant bear like a devastating one!

The force of the impact knocked everyone over, the Abyss nearly flipped on its side, and the battle between Winterclaw and Avarosa was halted. Everyone turned their eyes to the smoky furnace country, eager to know the outcome of this divine war.

Cana raced against time to blow away the smoke, and a huge figure appeared. Huge horns flowing with flames, a pair of fiery eyes.

It was Orn, who had just been freed from a bitter battle. His chest heaved violently, his wheezing flames no longer forming, the blood of the earth flowing from his body, and his thick beard rolled up, revealing scarred wounds.

But in front of him, the figure of the giant bear disappeared, leaving only the lava-ridden earth and a giant tree that had been reduced to charcoal.

No matter where the body of the giant bear goes, one thing is for sure, the battle of the Old Gods has come to an end. As with several previous attempts against Orn, he was still unsuccessful this time.