Defeated!
The Divine Realm had lost again!
The Light High God's expression had turned grim beyond measure.
The Twelve-Winged Seraph was the Divine Realm's hidden trump card. He had thought it could turn the tables in the final stretch, and in any other contest, it might have.
Even the previous Netherworld King, without hundreds of billions of years of accumulated power, might not have been a match for the Twelve-Winged Seraph!
Yet the Twelve-Winged Seraph, on whom they had pinned such high hopes, had fallen in its very first round of combat!
Nine losses.
The Divine Realm had suffered nine losses!
That number hung over their heads like a sword. One more defeat would bring their tally to ten and eliminate them.
But the Twelve-Winged Seraph had been gravely wounded, and the Divine Realm had no other trump cards. How could they fight the twelfth round?
"The eleventh round of combat is over."
Heavenly Will's voice rang out.
"The Human Realm, Immortal Realm, and Demon Realm win."
"The Demon World records one loss."
"The Ghost Realm records one loss."
"The Divine Realm records one loss."
The eleventh round was over!
The Human Realm: eleven battles, eleven victories!
The Immortal Realm: seven wins, four losses!
The Demon World: six wins, five losses!
The Ghost Realm: four wins, seven losses!
The Demon Realm: three wins, eight losses!
The Divine Realm: two wins, nine losses!
The experts of the Six Realms came back to their senses, and countless gazes swept over the six figures on the battlefield.
Eleven wins, no losses.
The Human Realm remained in first place.
And no one could shake it from that position!
"Eleven straight wins for the Human Realm..."
"The Immortal Realm is strong too. Most of its losses were to the Human Realm. Without them, the first