Wu Xiaode's entire body erupted with boiling power of Doomsday, clinging to the Butterfly Soul Blade, which he drew out and stabbed into his own chest.
In an instant.
Three virtual frames of cards appeared around him.
Under the erosion of the power of Doomsday, the virtual frames of the three cards all became precarious.
Blood dripped from the corner of Wu Xiaode's mouth as he spoke:
"Destroy the three 'Pilgrimage Journey' cards to break the Bronze Holy Pillar, and the ceremony can surely be halted."
Xia Huilan smiled smugly: "Unfortunately, you need at least four 'Pilgrimage Journey' cards to do what you said."
She displayed the Holy and Demon Key in her hand, her eyes gleaming with dazzling magic light:
"Little Wu, I know you're clever, so when you got the third card, I was already guarding against this."
"—The fourth card is now in my hand, activating the ceremony."
"You'll never have the chance to gather four cards."
"Everything is within my calculations."
