Game Six.
"An unbelievable showdown—Wei Changqing has once again been forced into a desperate corner by Jiang Han."
"Jiang Han's damage-taking capacity after completing her transformation is simply too strong. Although Wei Changqing dealt spectacular damage and brought out the Backfire set, the power of curse spells is practically nothing more than an itch to Jiang Han. What exactly is Wei Changqing doing!? Jiang Han is this tanky—what makes you think you can hurt her!? Go crazy, go wild—this is the sixth game, the opponent is at match point, and you're still picking illusion curses!"
Chu Yujun's voice was infinitely loud.
As she commentated, Sister Chu Zi rose to her feet and slammed both hands heavily onto the desk. Damp strands of hair clung to her face as she shouted feverishly, "Nice! Jiang Han disengages and slips into the sandstorm—that's it! Turn into a sandstorm-burrowing cat; whatever you do, don't just burrow back out! Right now, she's covered in giant cat-type buffs. Oh, another buff—Greater Heroism. It might not be a particularly suitable spell for cat-type Witches, but this is exactly how she should play right now! Pull in every buff you can!"
Beside the impassioned Sister Chu Zi, Du Lingxuan remained silent, both hands covering her mouth.
At this moment, Histeria beside them also stood on tiptoe as much as she could, trying to get her face into the camera frame.
She slammed the table as well. "That's it! Wei Changqing has been far too arrogant. After playing so many games in a row, she's probably starting to regret it now! Jiang Han, if you want to win, this is the game you have to win! If it goes to Game Seven, you absolutely won't be a match for Wei Changqing. Don't drag it into the seventh game—make this