"Varikh, it seems your chosen one will lose, Divine Empyrean is going to lose if this continues." The Guardian of Undead Race taunted Hermit Varikh.
At the center projection, Evan and Randy were still fighting in close combat. It had been half an hour since both confronted in close combat. Even though Randy was still not lost yet, but in the eyes of the Guardians, Randy was in a disadvantage position.
The difference in strength between the two was clear. Evan kept pressuring Randy while Randy only did a little of counterattack. Randy was in a passive position.
"No, Divine Empyrean is the winner of this Ascension Battle!" The Golden Dragon came into an unexpected conclusion.
"How? It is just a matter of time before the little king of Divine Empyrean going to lose. Without that little king, the leader of Sirius will kill Divine Empyrean's members!"
