The Crimson Dragon's form dispersed, turning into that of a petite loli. At the same time, the massive darkness opposite her seemed to release a surge of energy, gathering upon the ground ahead and forming a blurry humanoid shape.
But before that pitch-black human figure appeared, Kira had already caught a familiar scent.
Another old acquaintance, someone he had dealt with before. At the same time, this was also a nemesis he had never expected to encounter here.
"Don Thousand?" Kira wondered.
He had known Old Thousand had gained the ability to roam between different dimensions, but seeing him in the Spirit World of his own dimension was still quite unexpected.
What was Old Thousand doing here?
"Give up."
Old Thousand sneered coldly, mocking her.
"You may be a rather special spirit, but no matter how strong a spirit is, it is ultimately nothing more than something to be enslaved. Without a Duelist, even if you give it everything you have, this is all you can manage. You cannot defeat me."
Don Thousand's Clone paused, then sneered.
Uria: "."
A Duelist...?
Come to think of it, she had not never had one.
No one could verify how long the Sacred Beasts' lifespan truly was. To this day, no one knew what era they had been born in or how long they had existed. But one thing was certain: through the changing ages, the Sacred Beasts had lived through countless centuries.
During that time, the Sacred Beasts had naturally each had their own Masters.
Some Duelists had controlled individual Sacred Beasts, while others had gathered all three cards. Uria still remembered every one of her past Masters vividly, even Duelists from ten thousand years ago.
Most who possessed Sacred Beasts had been wildly ambitious, especially the warlords of chaotic times.
Reminded