Nothing was out of place and the battlefield was well to Lu Fan's standards.
He even had a round with Lu Liying to taste its stability and he had to admit that it was strong.
While they did destroy the ground, the space here was stable and only shook slightly as he gave her a beating.
Level 50 beings would not even manage to do much damage in this area.
By this time, level 50 beings were the weakest creatures of any use in battle.
Those with lower levels would probably die from the shock waves of the battle, and without the origin rings, they were pretty much cannon fodder.
Lu Fan might be sick in the head, but he would rather have them as fertilizer for his orchard than them coming here to lose face for him.
And what he needed was not numbers but quality.
He had spent so many resources raising them, he did not want them to die such a meaningless death.
