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The monster made of white bone was like an undead wraith from a nightmare, bringing about total destruction with pure physical force.
When the monster grew to five or six meters tall, and the Deceased Crown on its head was the size of a small car, it finally stopped evolving... and Lu Ping'an, with a hand short of cards, could only watch it evolve to this point.
Or rather, he was waiting for it to grow to this point.....
"What excellent material..."
When he murmured this subconsciously, he himself was somewhat surprised.
Was it the guidance of inspiration? Or was it what the Courtyard was yearning for? Or, was it just that his "puzzle" was lacking this piece.....
"...Interesting, but the cards in my hand really don't have much effect on this thing."
The environment here limited Lu Ping'an's performance.
