Bab 431: The Ghost Who Stole Victory

Without wasting a second, Carl drew a card. His hand cut through the wind as he slammed his first monster.

"I summoned the lava turtle!"

The plain cracked, letting an orange glow devouring the shadows filter.

The temperature increased as bubbling sounds reverberated, captivating the gasping audience.

An obsidian-shelled turtle emerged from the magma the next moment, the hot liquid dripping from its reinforced limbs.

Its mouth, as sharp as a beak, glistened as it released an ear-splitting shriek, asserting dominance over the field with its two-meter frame.

"I cast a field spell next."

After a short incantation, the lush plain rumbled. A pool of steaming magma replaced its center, filling the air with the stench of sulfur.

Without waiting, the turtle rushed inside, bathing in the lethal liquid as if mere water.

"When the lava turtle bathes in its element, it becomes immune to any attack!"