Mu Mu was furious. She took a step forward, then suddenly sensed something was wrong and looked down. Somehow, a card had appeared beneath her foot. Her heart sank. No good. The Lost Race's techniques!
The moment she thought of it, a strange vortex appeared beneath her foot and dragged her inside.
Lu Yin watched in surprise. "So that's one of the Lost Race's cards?"
"That's right," Luo Lao Er said. "The Lost Race has the skill and ability to make cards. Each card represents a deadly trap, one perfectly suited to its owner. The card's owner continually studies traps that suit them and seals them inside their cards. They're a nightmare for any enemy, including the Eternal Clan."
"I've seen the Lost Race fight on the battlefield. They use their cards as traps. Any Eternal Clan monster that falls into one has a hard time getting out. You could say that of ten who enter, at most one comes out. And among ten Lost Race cultivators, at most one dies. In all the wars the Six Directions Meeting has fought, the Illusory God Civilization might look safest, hiding in the rear, but the Lost Race always has the lowest casualty rate."
Seeing Mu Mu dragged inside, Jiang Xiao Dao let out a loud laugh and entered the card after her. Then the card vanished.
Lu Yin instinctively searched with his domain. He could sense that the card was still in that space, but, just like with Parallel Space-Time, he couldn't find it.
His domain had reached the Void God Realm. As a Star Envoy, he could eavesdrop on conversations between Half-Ancestors and intercept Cloud Communication Stone transmissions, yet even he couldn't locate the card. It was peculiar.
At that moment, he grew intensely interested in the Lost Race's cards,