Yet the intelligent Astamon continued firing at a rate of one shot per second.
Each Golden Salmon bullet consumed ten points of magic power. At one shot per second, it could keep firing for four hundred and fifty seconds—fifteen full turns.
In those fifteen turns, Dark had no idea what kinds of Magic Spirits he might be able to summon!
Time passed bit by bit.
As the commotion on the duel platform gradually died down, the spectators outside unconsciously shifted their attention to the projected turn countdown.
The fairy mist gradually spread into the Blue Side's field.
Dark moved to within five or six meters of Dulles and stopped to observe.
By this point, he could clearly sense the incredibly intense aura of death emanating from Dulles's position.
That aura of death was mixed into the aura of the duel field. Though powerful, it was not easy to distinguish.
Dark stepped out of the Misty Terrain and entered Dulles's field of vision.
But he quickly discovered that Dulles did not react at all to his approach.
Combined with the fact that Dulles had not summoned another Magic Spirit since Astamon began firing, it was basically certain that he was currently in some state of disconnection from the outside world and unable to move freely himself.
"This hiding technique is far inferior to Professor Enid's."
Dark could not help muttering.
Not only did Dulles's hiding method possess the same flaw as the Illusory Realm, but it also had drawbacks that the Illusory Realm did not.
Astamon's response to it had been so perfect that it had almost completely Imprisoned Dulles within the space he had created himself.
Dark could more or less tell that Dulles was currently inside some kind of alternate space.
But he could do nothing within that alternate