Because of the field card [Ghost Gate] Bai Zhi had summoned, the entire stage—and even the theater itself—felt ominous and eerie.
As the [Yin Emperor], Bai Zhi could vaguely sense the state of the ghost gate. Rather than a physical entity, the ghost gate that had appeared behind him was more like an illusory projection.
It could be seen, but not touched.
At the same time, because it was something manifested from his own memories, this phantom had seemingly borrowed a fraction of the real ghost gate's power, giving him a rather strange feeling.
But honestly, Bai Zhi hadn't expected the ghost gate to be so intimidating.
Just look at it—it had scared the guy opposite him so badly he could barely stand...
"...My turn. Draw."
Shaking his head and doing his best to drive the bizarre premonition of being swarmed, beaten up, and dragged away by Big Guys rushing out from behind that gate out of his mind, Stitched Beast Man placed his hand on his deck.
As for the effect of that field card...
Once, twice, three times, four times, five times... he was basically as still as water by now.
So what if the graveyard was sealed? He was tired. Too tired to say anything.
After glancing at the card he had just drawn, Stitched Beast Man pointed at his field.
"I activate the effect of the Continuous Spell Eternal [Death Offering]. I offer the three [Hatched Corpses] on my field as sacrifices and draw three cards from my deck, then..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Stitched Beast Man looked at the cards he had just drawn and froze for a moment. Then, uncontrollable ecstasy surfaced on his face. His grin spread wider and wider, eventually turning into a burst of unrestrained laughter.
"...Has he gone