"Superfluous? Don't you think the current situation is serious enough?"

There was a trace of doubt in Teferi's eyes.

"No, I just think that someone is already prepared to deal with all crises. In addition, I think it is not a wise decision to rush to the center of the battlefield without specific means of response."

After saying that, Jace Beleren shut his mouth and stopped making any sound.

Because the partner card has begun to restrain him, preventing him from revealing any more information.

"What do you mean? Are you saying that Soth is ready to deal with Nicol Bolas and the Time Rift at the same time?"

Elspeth asked in an uncertain tone.

But Jace Beleren did not answer, he just kept moving forward with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

Just when Elspeth was about to continue questioning, a violent explosion suddenly came from right in front.

boom!!!!!!

The terrifying energy impact struck at a speed that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

"careful!!!"

Teferi, standing at the forefront of the team, decisively released his best time magic, wrapping everyone in it with a shield shaped like a giant hourglass.

When chaotic energy strikes, the shield immediately absorbs it in an incredible way.

"This is……"

Nyssa Raven undoubtedly noticed that this magical shield was unusual.

"Stop talking nonsense! Leave this place quickly! I just transferred those energy shocks to ten seconds later."

Teferi took the lead and ran forward without saying a word.

After the group of people ran about a hundred meters away, the disappearing energy impact suddenly reappeared and instantly crushed the place where they had been standing to ashes.

"That's it! This is why you are called the Master of Time."

Elspei's eyes shone slightly as she looked at the dark-skinned old man with a face full of sorrow and vicissitudes of life.

"Yes, this is the time magic that I am best at. Please pay attention. From now on, we have officially entered the core area of ​​the battlefield."

After that, Teferi cast another unknown spell, instantly tearing open the heavy fog in front of him, revealing a spectacular sight that stunned everyone present.

In the center of that huge time rift, Zuo Si's Shimmering Oil incarnation was engaging in the bloodiest and most brutal hand-to-hand combat with Nicol Bolas.

Except for Zariel, the most powerful angel of Khorne, the rest of the Demon Judges and the gods of New Phyrexia have all withdrawn.

Only a few scales exuding a terrifying aura were deeply embedded in Nicol Bolas's body, and one of them was inserted into his eye, turning him into an out-and-out one-eyed dragon.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I swear! Today I will make New Phyrexia completely become history! You are dead!"

Nicol Bolas, who was covered in various weapons and stained red with blood, roared with rage.

You must know that since he was born, he has never suffered as many injuries as he does today, nor has he become as embarrassed as he is now.

Even though he was defeated and exiled by Tetsuo Umezawa back then, it was only because of his carelessness and not because he suffered countless injuries like now.

"Haha, your angry look is so cute. I guess you must be very scared in your heart, right? Because this is the closest you have ever been to failure and death."

The avatar of Shuoyou grinned and made a mocking sound.

Although his current situation is not optimistic, to be exact, he is only one step away from collapse, but he is not panicking at all.

The reason is simple!

This clone, which is a fusion of Wujin Spark and Star God, is a consumable product designed to test and force out the opponent's trump card.

Now that the goal has been achieved, it doesn't feel bad even if it is destroyed.

What's more, those shattered parts have already been sent back to Mirrodin time and space with the help of the cave tree, and can be reorganized and resurrected at any time.

"So what! I will be the one who wins in the end! You and your men will be finished!"

As he said that, Nicol Bolas glanced at Zariel, the angel of Khorne not far away, with extremely fearful eyes.

This madwoman who was extremely passionate about war and fighting really left an unforgettable impression on him.

To be precise, in the long life of dragons, there is no enemy more crazy than Zariel, not even the God of War of many time and space.

Because this woman is not afraid of death at all, and she enjoys the ultimate pleasure brought by fighting to her heart's content from beginning to end.

The huge bite wound on Nicol Bolas' neck was caused by Zariel biting off a piece of flesh with his teeth and then swallowing it on the spot.

Even now that he is on the verge of death and has basically lost the ability to move, those eyes filled with incomparable longing are still terrifying.

There is no doubt that the sword that Zuo Si spent a lot of time and energy to build finally played a decisive role in this decisive battle.

Without Zariel, the Shimmering Oil Avatar alone might not have been able to last for such a long time, nor would it have been possible to force the opponent into such a state of embarrassment.

"It's over? Hahahahaha! I guess you don't know the master at all, right?"

Zariel, who was dying, kept coughing up blood and laughed unbridled at the same time.

"Mad dog! Shut your mouth and let my ears be quiet for a while. I'm too lazy to listen to your boring barking."

Nicol Bolas' tone revealed an unparalleled intensity of disgust.

Just when Zariel was about to retort, the avatar of Shimmering Oil suddenly interrupted: "Okay, my Angel of Khorne, you can return to Mirrodin to repair your injuries. Because you have completed your mission, and the rest

Just leave it to me."

"Well, your will is my command."

Zariel instantly summoned the branches of the cave tree to wrap himself up, and then disappeared without a trace.

After she left completely, only two dragons, Shimmering Oil Avatar and Nicol Bolas, were left on the battlefield.

They stared at each other like this. After about a few seconds, the latter broke the silence and asked with a sneer: "What, are you going to give up resistance and wait to die?"

"No, of course not. I just found some old acquaintances here."

After saying that, Zuo Si turned his head and looked at the team headed by Teferi.

He noticed that among these people were not only planeswalkers, but also a considerable number of players.

"Huh? Teferi! Didn't you lose your spark when you repaired the time rift last time?"

Nicol Bolas was obviously stunned for a moment.

As he said, all planeswalkers who participated in that unprecedented event knew that the Time Archmage Teferi lost his spark and became a mortal mage.

This guy even got married in his hometown, reportedly had a daughter, and was enjoying a peaceful life.

"I did lose my spark. But a few years ago, a mysterious person suddenly gave me another spark."

With that said, Teferi walked straight to the center of the battlefield and put a hand on his chest.

moment!

The sparks inside began to flash a red light.

"Someone gave you a spark? Who was he?"

Nicol Bolas's eyes flashed with doubt and confusion.

After all, fire is almost equal to life and soul for every planeswalker. Only those noble planeswalkers who are about to die will entrust the spark to their best friends before they die.

He really couldn't think of anyone who would be so selfless and would take the initiative to give up his spark to another planeswalker who had lost his spark.

Teferi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know exactly who he is. Because as soon as I woke up, I found that I had a new spark. If I knew who he was, I would definitely put this

Give back a precious spark."

"Hmph! You are still as weak and hypocritical as before." Nicol Bolas sneered and mocked.

From that contemptuous attitude, it is easy to see that he has always looked down upon this time mage who has a high prestige among the planeswalkers.

Especially because of the other party's meddling, he lost his immortal life and powerful power as an ancient planeswalker.

"You are still as selfish, cruel and uncaring about the damage you have caused.

Look at this giant crack in time.

Have you forgotten the tragedy of Dominaria?

Have you forgotten that the entire multiverse was almost destroyed at your hands?"

Teferi put on a posture of raising an army to accuse him, and his voice revealed overwhelming anger.

Because repairing the largest time rift back then required the sacrifice of countless planeswalkers and their sparks, and it was not easy to close the huge gap.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But now this damn old dragon has created a new time rift again.

If I can't prevent this from happening, how can I be worthy of those who are willing to make sacrifices?

"Speaking of this matter, I still have some accounts that I haven't settled with you.

If it weren't for your meddling, how could I have lost the power of the Ancient Planeswalker's Spark?

How could it be reduced to the point where it takes so many years to accumulate strength to launch this War of Sparks?

Of all the planeswalkers, you are the most damned."
To be continued...