"Looks like they've been waiting for this?" Poz asked, brow furrowed as confusion rose in his heart.
Something didn't seem right. They had been opponents for nearly ten thousand years. How could the other side not know his capabilities? In this plane, the strongest beings who could descend were only Dragon Rank experts. When the various sides had initially fought over resources, every expert who could be sent had already been deployed. If there had been someone capable of restraining or matching him, they would have sent them long ago. Why wait until now?
"Could it be a mercenary?" Luke guessed from beside him.
At those words, Luke fell silent. In a battlefield like this, mercenaries were often the greatest variable. Many high-ranking nobles looked down on mercenaries, but in reality, black-horse experts frequently emerged from their ranks. They had once made their living in the Mercenary World, so they naturally knew this.
Sabo, whom he followed, the genius ranger Vayne, and the genius assassin Lanaia had all risen to prominence as black horses in the Mercenary World. When both sides reached a stalemate, hiring a high-level mercenary at a great price could very well break the balance...
Besides, the Mercenary World was vast. No one could completely grasp the information within it, and there were quite a few people capable of restraining him...
But the problem was... would the other side choose to hire a mercenary?
Mercenaries belonged to no Celestial God faction. They lived by the blade, their quality varied widely, and without the restraints of Celestial God laws, nothing they did would be surprising. They were also prone to leaking information.
The battlefield plane represented immense wealth. Many Celestial Gods were united in excluding outsiders, since the fewer competitors there were, the better. Once mercenaries were hired,