Drexel couldn't help but raise his head, staring intently at the scene before him, his eyes filled with a hint of excitement.
"Wow, what a grand spectacle! It's been a long time since I've participated in such a great war." Drexel licked his lips as he spoke.
Ethan Smith frowned, "Stop talking nonsense, we're running out of time."
The carriage had already arrived above the Divine Capital City, and the First Elder stood on it, looking down at the city with a condescending gaze.
"Ethan Smith, come out and accept your death!" the First Elder's voice was like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.
There was silence within the Divine Capital City, and only Drexel was nervously reviving the divine inscriptions.
"Ethan Smith, come out and accept your death!" The First Elder shouted again.
Others also roared, "What, are you going to shrink like a Black Tortoise? Such cowardly acts make you look pathetic!"