When he arrived at the battlefield, Yang Chen also took in the situation at a glance.
Humans were at a disadvantage in the battle against the foreign race, which was difficult for Yang Chen to accept. He knew that Gu Tianwang had been killed by him, and now there should only be three king-level figures left among the foreign race. But they were still able to fight the humans like this.
However, Yang Chen soon realized that Murong Feng didn't seem to be really fighting against the foreign race at all.
"At this point, are they still trying to take advantage of their own kind?" Yang Chen gritted his teeth.
He could easily guess Murong Feng's thoughts. He just wanted the other parties to contribute more effort and consume some combat power, so as to strengthen his own capabilities.
These small tricks, no doubt, were the foolishness of handing over the battlefield situation to the foreign race.
