Ghost Gate

They had come this far.

Li Dan stopped holding back.

He raised a hand, black mist churning in his palm. The Black Forest Spirit, contained for so long, crashed to the ground and swelled madly like a lump of rotten flesh soaked in blood.

In an instant, its towering deer-headed body pressed against the hall's ceiling. Its bony Antlers gleamed blue-black, while black tentacles dangling from its neck dragged sizzling scorch marks across the floor. The air throughout the building suddenly turned cold, and a stench of rust and rotting corpses washed over them.

As long as it was not too outrageous, contained beings from Ghost Cards could be released however he pleased.

He used to prefer poker cards, but here, he preferred this more direct method.

Art had barely emerged when he swept his gaze over the empty hall and tilted his head in confusion.

Li Dan's voice crashed down on him.

"Just go up there and draw their attention."

On Li Dan's other side, the Evil Spirit Wendigo appeared with a roar. Its black muscles bulged, and several bloody gashes had split open across its once fur-covered back. Pale bone spikes shot out like fangs breaking through the earth, growing half a foot long.

Yet there was none of its usual ferocity in those bloodshot beast eyes. Instead, there was an almost instinctive unease.

Its nose twitched rapidly, and a rumbling growl came from its throat as it subconsciously edged closer to the Black Forest Spirit, as though that mass of giant flesh could offer it some protection.

The two enormous creatures nearly filled the entire hall. The Wendigo's bone spikes scraped against the Black Forest Spirit's deer body with the shrill sound of nails dragging over bone. The chandeliers overhead rattled violently, and shards of glass rained