The voice of Ghost Princess echoed across the battlefield, cold and clear.
With these words dropping, the atmosphere of the battlefield abruptly shifted.
Netherworld King's abyss-deep eyes narrowed slightly, the smile at the corners of his mouth growing thicker.
He did not answer, merely tilting his head as his gaze swept across Twelve-Winged Seraph and Golden Dragon King.
The twelve fire wings of Twelve-Winged Seraph drew inward slightly, scorching flames dancing upon their tips. Its gaze fell upon Ghost Princess, pausing for a moment before it slowly spoke.
"You mean..."
"The four of us join forces first to eliminate the Human Realm and the Immortal Realm?"
Ghost Princess nodded slightly, her bottomless eyes reflecting a chilling, gloomy light.
"The Human Realm has ten consecutive victories, and the Immortal Realm has six victories."
"They are the strongest ones!"
"As for you two realms of demons and gods, you already have eight defeats. Lose two more matches, and you will be eliminated!"
"Are you resigned to this?"
Golden Dragon King snorted coldly, its Golden Dragon Spear violently vibrating.
"I came here to wash away the shame of the Dragon Race!"
Ghost Princess tilted her head, her purplish-black lips curving slightly into a mocking arc.
"Wash away the shame of the Dragon Race?"
"Yet your spear just now could not even touch the corner of my garment."
Golden Dragon King's expression sank, its killing intent surging violently.
Its spear was tyrannical and fierce, yet Ghost Princess's movement technique was far too bizarre; it simply could not touch the other.
As for Netherworld King's physical body, it was even more indestructible, unable to be burned through even by the Holy Judgment Fire of Twelve-Winged Seraph.
Netherworld King stood to the side with arms crossed, his deep eyes carrying a hint of playful amusement.
"Ghost