The crowd buzzed with speculation, each person holding a different opinion. However, one thing was clear: Oscar had the upper hand in this fight.

Oscar, controlling the two dark immortals, launched attacks from both sides. Tyron struggled to fend them off, while Oscar himself closed in. The combined force of the three was overwhelming, enough to obliterate anyone and leave nothing but ashes.

Oscar's cold gaze swept around, suspicion in his eyes as he sneered. "Hmph! How ignorant you are. You’re no match for me. If you have any allies, you’d better call them out to share your fate!"

Tyron responded with a cold laugh. "What are you thinking? Dealing with a daemonic being like you is just a matter of lifting a finger for me."

Despite his bravado, Tyron knew that killing Oscar wouldn't be easy, especially with those two terrifying puppets by his side. Right now, he was in a passive position, struggling against the combined attack of Oscar and the two dark immortals.

Oscar sneered agai