But after observing carefully again, they confirmed no one else was present.
The few of them exchanged glances and ultimately concluded that Wen Jiang had gone mad.
The woman laughed. "Really? Little sister, such arrogance isn't good, you know. This isn't your B-Level competition where you can afford to talk so big."
These people had clearly watched the competition and knew who Wen Jiang was.
Daring to make a move even knowing who she was confirmed they were truly a group of desperate fugitives.
With a wave of the woman's hand, a cerulean Giant Spirit Snake Card Spirit, nearly five stories tall, appeared in an instant. It filled the entire abandoned factory; creatures like it could destroy an area in mere moments. It swayed its body, flicking its tongue with a HISS. The Card Spirit was incredibly realistic, its gray-brown snake eyes gazing down at Wen Jiang, exuding an oppressive aura that was chilling to the bone.
This was the Card Spirit of an A-Rank Card.
