No matter how chaotic the human realm was, it was still in the rear. There were still rules and safe places. In the heavenly battlefield, even in the eastern Warzone, one would be in danger at any time.
It was not the first time that some geniuses of the 10,000 races had sneaked into the eastern Warzone and killed.
If your luck was too bad and you met the Sun and moon of the ten thousand races on the way, it would be your bad luck to be slapped to death.
There was no such thing as having to fight at the same level!
This wasn’t a school.
No matter how talented Ling Yun was, if you were unlucky enough to meet the sun and moon of the enemy and be slapped to death, there would be no way to deal with it.
“This kid suddenly wants to come to the battlefield. He really doesn’t know how lucky he is!”
Was it not good to stay in the Daming Manor?
He did not know what he was thinking.
