Like a dream, yet incredibly real.
"Condense!"
Taking advantage of this spectacle, the Pursuer of Light had already gathered all his Divine Power, intending to cast the long-prepared God Skill.
But at this moment, the Divine Power drawn from the corpse of the Weeping Angel was beyond the control of a Legendary Card Master.
Even though the Pursuer of Light was fully prepared, his body was instantly drained of its lifeblood by the backlash of the Demonic Power, visibly withering away.
He was on the verge of exploding on the spot.
Fortunately, a surge of Cold Aura arrived just in time, freezing the rampaging Divine Power.
Not far away, the person in a cloak wearing the "Exile" mask had the Xismark Holy Grail in hand, whose brilliance flourished, protecting him at his last breath.
It's done...
With a bitter smile, the Pursuer of Light chanted in a feeble yet resonant voice, "God Skill: Dawn of a New World."
