The corners of the Demon King Asura's mouth curved into a semi-amused smile, his gaze sweeping across the other five realms' camps before finally landing on the side of the Ghost Realm.
"With our realm's Netherworld King and Ghost Princess joining forces, the Golden Dragon King and the Twelve-Winged Seraph harboring their own agendas, and the Human Realm and Immortal Realm keeping each other in check..."
"This round, our realm has a solid chance of winning."
Within the Ghost Realm camp, the Extreme Frost Ghost King's mouth curved into a smile, half-amused.
"Asura, you certainly are confident."
"However, the Netherworld King is indeed strong, and furthermore, our realm's Ghost Princess has trump cards far beyond what you have seen."
"In this round, our realm will be the ultimate winner!"
"Of course, there are three winning slots, and your Demon World is naturally among them."
"Hahaha!" The Demon King Asura laughed heartily, saying no more.
In the Divine Realm camp, the Light High God was able to be at peace for once, as the previous consecutive defeats could be said to have driven morale to rock bottom.
With the Twelve-Winged Seraph making an appearance, the Divine Realm could finally stand tall again.
"The Twelve-Winged Seraph is our realm's supreme bloodline."
"Its flames are intensely yang and rigid, specifically countering the dark and malevolent."
"Both the Netherworld King and Ghost Princess cultivate dark and chilly demonic Qi, which is naturally suppressed in front of it."
"The Divine Realm has already suffered eight defeats; this battle will not be lost again."
"The Seraph shall purify everything!"
The Light High God slowly spoke, his face finally regaining some vitality.
In the Demon Realm camp, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Beast King sat cross-legged in the void, demonic Qi surging around his body like a tide.
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