The battle in the hall was gradually coming to an end.
Although Duncan had lost two elders, Irving had also paid a heavy price. Almost all the creatures he had led to the battle had been wiped out, while Vicky and Sophia had completely exhausted their mental powers.
The only ones who still had the ability to fight were Irving and the nondescript little black hunting dog by his side.
"To be able to fight against four elders of The Brotherhood of Night Blades with his own strength, that young man is indeed terrifyingly strong. It's just a pity..." The white-haired elder from Dream Group shook his head helplessly.
"It's indeed a pity, he was so close to success."
"As far as I know, Duncan is a level 12, a powerful warrior who has reached the stage of a hero, and the other two elders are at least around level 9."
"It's hard for him to defeat Duncan and the two elders by himself, it looks like everything is over."
