The experts of the Six Realms held their breath, their gazes locked tightly on the center of the battlefield.
The Divine Realm and Demon Realm—Twelve-Winged Seraph and the Golden Dragon King stood side by side.
Crimson flames surged around the Twelve-Winged Seraph. As the fiery wings spread, scorching heat billowed forth.
The Golden Dragon King pointed the Golden Dragon Spear straight at the ground, golden dragon might sweeping across all directions.
The two forces of utmost yang and blazing heat intertwined, scorching even the laws until they warped and twisted.
"Eight defeats." The Twelve-Winged Seraph's voice was low, the fiery wings trembling faintly. "The Divine Realm cannot lose again."
The Golden Dragon King snorted coldly, golden flames dancing in his dragon eyes. "The Demon Realm is the same."
They exchanged a glance, without another word.
The Divine Realm burned with holy light, while the Demon Realm blazed with dragon blood. Both were supremely yang and unyielding, both standing at the edge of a cliff.
Joining forces was their only way out!
A melee meant no rules!
Even five against one was allowed!
What mattered was the number of people left standing in the arena at the end!
Though the Twelve-Winged Seraph and the Golden Dragon King were both confident of their invincibility, this was merely the first round of the melee!
There was still plenty of fighting to come!
If they exhausted too much strength in the first round, how would they fight afterward?
On the other side, the Netherworld King and Ghost Princess were also slowly drawing closer.
One demon, one ghost; one hard, one soft. Yet both were equally frigid, equally gloomy, equally tyrannical enough to devour everything!
"You certainly know how to choose." Ghost Princess tilted her head and glanced at the Netherworld King, the corners of