As a super veteran who had been hanging around this battlefield since the very beginning of the Ten Thousand Races Hegemony, Luo Dapang had spent even longer on the battlefield than He Chendong.
Yet after fighting on the battlefield three or five times at the start, Luo Dapang had never again entered the battlefield to slaughter the Devil Race.
Luo Dapang had not come to the battlefield willingly. Back in a certain region of the Ancient Sacred Domain, he had been little more than a street thug and scoundrel. Only by currying favor with the young master of a local small sect had he gained a little capital to throw his weight around.
But not long after, that young master of the small sect offended a Seventh-Rank Sect. That changed everything.
That young master was merely the young master of a Third-Rank Sect. Faced with a colossal force like a Seventh-Rank Sect, he naturally had no means of resisting.
Strictly speaking, Luo Dapang had also played a part in offending that Seventh-Rank Sect.
Yet, whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, the Ten Thousand Races Hegemony happened to begin at that time. The Seventh-Rank Sect did not directly finish Luo Dapang and the others off. Instead, as though making up the numbers, it sent their entire Third-Rank Sect to the battlefield.
But within a few days of entering the battlefield, everyone from that Third-Rank Sect had died.
Luo Dapang had only survived by abandoning his young sect master at the critical moment.
Still, it had to be said that Luo Dapang's luck was truly good.
As the saying went, when one survived a great calamity, blessings were sure to follow!
Not long after escaping, Luo Dapang came across two squads locked in battle. It was a battle between a Devil Race