On that same vast grassland, where low-grade spirit herbs grew as tall as a person, the Fire Tiger, Greedy Wolf, and Scorpion-Man tribes each occupied their own territory. Thousands of soldiers were arrayed across the grassland, yet the place didn't feel crowded at all. Aside from the wager between Lang Du and Yueyu, the soldiers of the three tribes had opened betting pools of their own. Yueyu and the others showed no intention of stopping them.
Lu Xiaotian watched and silently shook his head. This might be the Upper Realm, but the discipline of these Demon Race troops was truly appalling. If an elite force from the Crimson Abyss Continent were to fight the demon army before him, the latter might come from a place with richer spiritual energy and a firmer foundation, but it was still anyone's guess who would win.
"Heroes are not made by where they come from. That saying certainly rings true." Given the same conditions, cultivators from the Crimson Abyss or the Azure Universe Continent would definitely do better.
Lang Du waved a hand, and three human cultivators with very different auras were brought to the front of the ranks. One was a half-century-old man as burly as a black bear. He stood bare-chested, his muscles sharply defined, and his aura was exceptionally fierce.
Lu Xiaotian felt a surge of joy. A twelfth-tier body cultivator! He hadn't expected to encounter one so soon after arriving in this realm. It seemed this world was no shortage of the spiritual materials body cultivators needed. Perhaps his own future breakthroughs would come a little more easily.
Another was an exceptionally alluring woman draped in gauzy silk, her slender waist and navel exposed. The third was a short, stocky man with an honest-looking face.
On Lu Xiaotian's side was