In the vast, dark space, beams of magic light and fierce blade glows intersect, and the earth-shattering sounds of collision reverberate in the heavens, causing gusts of biting energy to ripple through the air.
Not only the center of the space but all around it, smoke rises in all directions, and the residual fires have yet to die. In many places, giant pits either still burn or are frozen, scattered with the fragmented skeletal remains of the undead, a result of extensive wide-area magic attacks.
The Witch Demon Leader stands on the command platform at the core of the undead army, watching as hundreds of Tier 6 golem puppets summoned by Leo Ray clash fiercely with the Tier 6 undead. His sunken, dry nose is twisted with anger.
He never expected that the mere human Emperor, akin to an ant, would repeatedly unveil such powerful cards, rewriting what should have been an inevitable death scenario!
