Combat Angel Gabriel, a card from Xi Zhou.
Wen Jiang gazed at the noble and elegant, golden-haired Angel Card, already understanding what Xing Wu intended to do. He had made a deal with soone. This deal required soone to distract the current Shui Linglong, as well as other high-ranking mbers of the Fiend Organization. This is a dangerous undertaking.
But he was right about one thing: she hadn’t been creating SSR Cards, not because she was procrastinating, but because she lacked the stimulus she felt was necessary for her to advance. In the past, during her cultivation, reaching a new realm always required a stimulus. Her journey in this world had been too smooth so far. Even though her cultivation base was increasing, its progress was now extrely slow. Moving from B to A-Level was just a minor hurdle, but ascending from A to S Rank was a true challenge. She was nearing her limit. Cultivation wasn’t a smooth and easy path; each step was laden with danger, and only by overcoming these perils could one reap future rewards. This was, after all, a card of national-treasure level. In terms of faith, it was comparable to the Divine Beasts of the Eastern Continent.
Wen Jiang’s eyes flickered. "Where did this card co from?"
"It was obtained from soone else. He paid the price of this card to gain my assistance." Xing Wu was smiling. At that mont, he seed not like the deity who tempted others to corruption, but rather a benevolent god who pitied mortals.
According to the System’s data, Xing Wu’s card was still actively pulsating. He still needed to rely on himself, but here in Ceylon City, he had an opportunity to act independently. And he was making deals with others. Who could he be making deals with?
Ti was of the essence. The roar of the Wind Dragon drew closer, and Wen Jiang could already hear buildings collapsing. The consultation between her and Xing Wu, though it seed lengthy, had actually only taken a few seconds.
Ultimately, she raised her hand, and the card smoothly flew towards her. Wen Jiang’s features gradually blurred, her freckled Xi Zhou face transforming seamlessly into the visage of a strikingly beautiful woman from the Eastern Continent.
Of course, this wasn’t her original face either; she had rely switched to another one. Naturally, she couldn’t use Helena’s face for misdeeds; the task she was about to undertake was quite hazardous.
Wen Jiang knew her own strength. She wasn’t afraid of ordinary S-Rank Spirit Card Masters. However, after her previous encounter with the Blood Emperor, she was extrely wary of him. Shui Linglong had caused quite a stir by now, yet he hadn’t intervened. Moreover, she didn’t yet know who Shui Linglong was targeting.
This card seed to have been obtained by Xing Wu through so special ans. As it neared Wen Jiang, it suddenly transford into a burst of brilliance and was absorbed by her. Instantly, Wen Jiang felt Gabriel’s presence.
She was A-Level now, after all. The mont the card manifested, she imdiately sensed the difficulty in wielding an SSR Card. Especially since this card was unlike ordinary SSR Cards. She recalled that even if Xi Zhou’s angels could be deployed in battle, very few Spirit Card Masters could directly wield an SSR Card like Gabriel.
In just a fraction of a second, the Spiritual Energy within her surged wildly.
As Xing Wu had said, she could, at most, struggle to command Gabriel for a brief period.
And this card...
"Has this card suffered damage?"
Damage to a Card Spirit manifests on its spiritual body. The Card Spirit wouldn’t be as cohesive as a normal one—a distinction any Spirit Card Master could perceive at a glance. This Gabriel had suffered damage and had not been fully repaired.
Xing Wu’s voice was languid yet alluring. "This card only has a hope of being repaired in your hands."
This remark made Wen Jiang feel a bit uneasy. A thought suddenly struck her. He was the God of Desire. He traded with people. What he should desire wasn’t sothing like a card; after all, he craved the most profound emotional energy. A card, unless it was as bizarre as the Dancer card, would be useless to him. It seed he was well aware of the terms for a fair trade. Without this card, she would absolutely not help him. Others wouldn’t easily relinquish such a card. It appeared the other party also knew they couldn’t repair Gabriel and had decided to trade it away instead.
Although she was curious about who had given him the card, ti was pressing. She had been coasting for too long and indeed needed to exert herself, especially since it involved causing chaos in Ceylon City. Wen Jiang did not refuse.
Upon summoning the damaged card, obtained through unconventional ans, Wen Jiang felt imnse resistance during the initial invocation.
The Qi and blood within her body began to roil—a sensation she hadn’t experienced in a long ti, the feeling of a true battle. The internal turmoil made her breathing labored, yet Wen Jiang felt a long-absent thrill of battle.
This excitent caused her fingertips to gradually start trembling.
BOOM—
She raised her hand. A towering Combat Angel, nearly half the size of the city, suddenly materialized, searing itself into everyone’s perception. The angel, with six pairs of imnse wings, a compassionate expression, golden hair cascading to its waist, and clad in golden armor, suddenly appeared within the city.
Ceylon City is a circular tropolis, with all buildings spread around Ceylon Castle at its center. The battle erupted on one side of the northeastern corner.
The Angel Card Spirit was so imnse, its presence was suffocating.
The appearance of Gabriel stunned the crowd.
"SSR Gabriel?"
"How could Gabriel possibly appear here?!"
"Gabriel is the signature card of Divine Punishnt; none of them are ever circulated externally! How could Gabriel appear here? Are people from Divine Punishnt present?"
"Is there a UR-Rank Spirit Card Master?"
Around the city, onlookers scread and scattered in all directions.
This was precisely why high-ranking Spirit Card Masters were forbidden from fighting within the city. Their re appearance could cause imnse destruction. Only when a true Card Spirit manifested did ordinary people realize the vast disparity between Spirit Card Masters of different levels.
Summoning an SSR Card across ranks for the first ti—especially Gabriel, who surpassed typical SSRs—made even Wen Jiang gasp inwardly. The sensation of being drained was all too apparent as Spiritual Energy from the surroundings continuously poured into her. It had been a long ti since she’d pushed herself to such a limit. With the surrounding Spiritual Energy cycling through her, she could probably hold on for another half minute at most.
This would definitely not work in a competition.
But Wen Jiang was different from ordinary S-Rank Spirit Card Masters. Very few in the world could wield Gabriel, especially since she was summoning it across ranks. She now had no spare energy to summon other cards.
Xing Wu pointed in a direction.
And through Gabriel’s eyes, Wen Jiang’s gaze locked with that of the distant Wind Dragon.
It was a pale green Western Dragon, its massive body surging with flowing green light. Despite its size, its aura seed slightly diminished in Gabriel’s presence.
The mont Gabriel appeared, the restless Wind Dragon seed to freeze for an instant.
Then, it unconsciously took a step backward.
The one controlling the Wind Dragon was Shui Linglong—a high-ranking mber of the Fiend Organization, and a woman.
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