"Or would you rather fight each other?"
At those words, Golden Dragon King and the Twelve-Winged Seraph both stiffened.
Netherworld King and Ghost Princess had already left the battlefield. They stood at its edge, one with his arms folded, the other leaning back lazily, both watching with a hint of amusement.
The Demon World and Ghost Realm had already conceded, each taking one loss, but they could afford it.
But what about the Divine Realm and Demon Realm?
Eight losses!
One more, and they would have nine!
Two more, and they would be eliminated outright!
Golden Dragon King and the Twelve-Winged Seraph faced each other. Each saw his own reflection in the other's eyes—and the anger neither could hide.
"Why are you looking at me?" Golden Dragon King shook his spear. "Do you expect me to concede?"
The Twelve-Winged Seraph said grimly, "The Divine Realm has eight losses. If I concede, it will have nine! I cannot lose!"
"Then we fight!" Golden Dragon King whipped his spear around and pointed it straight at the Twelve-Winged Seraph. "The victor stays. The loser is out!"
"Then fight we shall!" The Twelve-Winged Seraph folded all twelve flaming wings together, becoming a blazing red pillar that shot into the clouds. "Do you think I fear you?"
The two allies who had fought shoulder to shoulder moments ago now faced each other, spearpoint against flaming wings, their killing intent surging!
Neither wanted to lose!
Or rather, neither wanted to hand the other an uncontested victory!
The powerhouses of the Six Realms all held their breath.
"They're really fighting!"
"The Divine Realm and Demon Realm were allies a moment ago, and now they're turning on each other!"
"Whoever loses this battle will see their realm's hopes shattered completely!"
"The strong command respect. The victor is king."