"O' destiny! When I wither is when I bloom!"
Su Xue Er loudly chanted the Fog Isle's incantation.
The 77 cards hovering in the sky released a blinding light.
Given copious amounts of Soul Points, they were ready to showcase their full power.
While Su Xue Er's figure started to become transparent.
-------this was the symptoms of burning one's own life force away.
On the other side, the 2-meter tall warrior raised his hand, trying to reach forward.
Bam!
His hand was knocked backwards, his gauntlet itself became hot from the friction.
He finally understood.
Swing his hand, he ordered: "Everyone back off, gather behind me and prepare the defensive formation"
"Boss-----" one of them tried to protest.
"Quickly! She doesn't care about living anymore, but we can't follow her to death!" the warrior solemnly declared.
He quickly stepped back and propped a large metal shield in front of himself.
