The Numbered Weapon that restricted Card Sequences shattered.
But the preparations the City of a Thousand Stars' Think Tank had made to deal with Altos were far from limited to that one thing.
Ma Wu stared at the two Rings behind Ye Qiyan, boundless shock rising within him.
A second Card Sequence Ring? And why did some of the cards in that second Ring look so familiar?
As though he had seen them somewhere before.
Where? Who was it?
There was no time to think.
He looked at the countdown for his blocked chat permissions on the Light Screen and gritted his teeth.
No matter what, he had to hold out for these hundred seconds.
Get the message out.
After that, it would not matter even if he died.
In any case, in another Wasteland Year or two, the next "Ma Wu," possessing memories and a soul identical to his, would be reborn.
Forty members of the Falling Star Corps launched a joint assault on Ye Qiyan.
The rest protected a member dressed like a nun in their midst.
She held a white-and-gold spear bearing a flag emblazoned with an iris.
At this moment, lofty goodwill actually resisted and devoured the Evil Ye Qiyan released, even as his Evil did the same to it.
This goodwill was even more repugnant to Demons than Shaya's Angels.
[Flag of the Most Holy Maiden] [Level: 12]
"Oh? Is this your trump card? A Level 12 item?"
Ye Qiyan walked forward.
Around him, the members of the Falling Star Corps who tried to attack could not even get close.
Augustine grabbed their bodies and ground them into the earth, while Frostsky White Bear lowered the temperature of their blood to freezing point.
Heavenly Tribulation swirled around them, and Giant Eagle blasted their