A pale white curtain of light wrapped around Roland, warding off harm of every kind and buying her precious time. With only two health left, she was like a candle flame in the dead of night, liable to go out with the slightest flicker.
But not yet.
After wiping out the few remaining minions before Roland, Anthony's elemental army could only lower its banners for the moment. Their time had run out. It was now the other side's turn.
Yao Ziyan let out a soft breath, her hands resting on her lap tightening slightly.
She could feel herself growing nervous. A Venerable becoming tense over a card game duel was almost amusing to realize—yet she could not laugh at all.
Yao Ziyan stared intently at the strip beside Roland. Rows of crystal slots lined it, representing the number of mana crystals. It was now the tenth turn, and the final mana crystal had lit up.
At last, a new card drifted from the deck on the right and landed before Yao Ziyan. Her violet eyes instantly brightened.
The black dragon bathed in lava and flame. Dust scattered down like snow. A volcano erupted, while bog-like clouds shrouded the sky. Chaos, oppression, madness—the world brimmed with the scent of destruction.
Igrio, the Wing of Destruction. A ten-cost Legendary Card.
Battlecry: Destroy all minions on the field and discard your entire hand.
Its effect was powerful, and its drawback was just as powerful. But did she have any other choice at this point?
Yao Ziyan pressed her lips together. She had already made her decision.
The black dragon swept over the battlefield, its breath of destructive flame scorching every inch of land. The elemental army that had nearly claimed victory crumbled and collapsed before that unrivaled power, utterly shattered.
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