"The third match of the tenth round."
"Ghost Realm versus Divine Realm!"
The suspense of this match had begun to grow unpredictable.
Both the Divine Realm's leading figure and the Ghost Realm's Undead Ghost King had been defeated by Yun Xuan.
The biggest question now was whether the Ghost Realm even had a leading figure.
Or was that Undead Ghost King the Ghost Realm's leading figure?
The Divine Realm no longer had any heaven-defying prodigies. The one taking the field was an Ancient God at the Five-Epoch Supreme Peak.
"Ghost Realm, who will fight?"
The Divine Realm Ancient God's voice echoed across the battlefield, already lacking much confidence.
The Divine Realm had suffered consecutive defeats!
Yet this time, there seemed to be a turning point?
After the Undead Ghost King's fall, the Ghost Realm no longer had any figures of note—or at least, that was how it appeared on the surface.
"What? Does the Ghost Realm have no one left?"
Before he could finish speaking, an incomparably soft and sinister, incomparably icy voice came from the deepest reaches of the Ghost Realm camp.
"Who said the Ghost Realm has no one?"
That voice was like a wisp of chilling wind on a cold night, slipping through every crevice, and like the waters of the Nether River flowing slowly beneath a midwinter moon.
Every word made the listeners' hairs stand on end without their control.
The gathered experts looked toward the sound.
From the shadows in the deepest part of the Ghost Realm camp, a figure slowly emerged.
It was a woman.
Or rather, a female ghost.
She wore an ink-black gown, its hem trailing across the ground like night unfurled.
Her long hair cascaded to her waist, black without the slightest impurity, condensed from pure yin energy.
Her face was