"Do you losers really think joining forces will be enough to defeat me? How utterly ridiculous!"
Nicol Bolas clearly scoffed at Teferi's invitation to Raymond to form an alliance.
In his view, the Phyrexian Oil Avatar was only one step away from being blown apart by him, while the rest were nothing more than mortal ants, incapable of posing even the slightest threat.
That was right. This was the absolute confidence possessed by the strongest Elder Dragon Planeswalker, as well as the arrogance carved into his bones.
Even though he was injured now, even though he had suffered setbacks before, that unrestrained arrogance had not changed in the slightest.
If Nicol Bolas had an original sin, it was undoubtedly pride.
"Even ants can bite an elephant to death if there are enough of them, and we are not ants."
At that crucial moment, Teferi, the Archmage of Time, stepped forward to face this powerful and terrifying enemy.
He was the oldest Ancient Planeswalker present, with the greatest age and fame, without equal. Moreover, he had earned the respect of the entire Planeswalker community by successfully repairing the Temporal Fissure.
If even he did not step forward at a time like this, everyone would be cowed by Nicol Bolas's tyranny.
"Hmph! Then let me see what you ants are capable of."
Nicol Bolas sneered and activated a large number of Planeswalker cards.
In the blink of an eye, countless densely packed summoned creatures appeared in this place, only a step away from the Time Rift.
Many of them had barely appeared before they screamed under the corrosion of the Dark Void's energy and primordial matter, then were torn to pieces alive.
But soon, accompanied by an unknown spell, those summoned creatures were protected by a massive barrier.
"Go! Kill them all!"