The Phantom Poet of Great Love noticed the Magic Card in the other party's hand.
Its unusual texture made it look both illusory and hazy. The patterns flowing across the card seemed like the heartbeat of a living thing, as though it hovered on the boundary between the tangible and intangible.
She gradually began to understand why she had no Magic Cards she could use.
Even after reaching Tier 8, her Soul Space remained in an abnormal state and could not bind any Magic Cards. The one the other party held was clearly a Magic Card someone else had given her.
"You think you can defeat me just by using someone else's Magic Card?"
The Phantom Poet of Great Love was certain it was a Summoning Card, and not a high-grade one at that.
As long as the other party dared to summon it, she could instantly make the ownerless summoned creature lose control.
Besides, no matter how weak she was physically, she could still punch a low-tier summoned creature to death.
"..."
A look of pity filled Lanchi's eyes. He did not answer her. Instead, he released his grip, and the Magic Card immediately began to shine.
It was completely different from an ordinary Magic Card, more like a tangle of spirals. As its power was released, the spirals separated one after another and converged into a gigantic vortex.
The runic light surrounding the labyrinth corridor bent, drew toward, and even tore apart beneath the vortex.
After the vortex rapidly stabilized, a crack opened in its center, revealing its true form—a gigantic wolf. Crimson runes resembling tears in space-time coiled around it, flowing across its pitch-black, profound body.
The red patterns on its body resembled the power that had split heaven and earth apart. Each one flashed and pulsed