At that moment, outside the battlefield, a Super Warship was parked on an open lot.
Several guards and a great many Kings were gathered there, quietly waiting. Today was the day the Human Race's Elite Students would return from the Heavenly Demon Battlefield.
"I wonder how those Elite Students are doing. Could they have been killed by those monsters?" someone asked worriedly. At the same cultivation level, monsters had the advantage in both talent and combat strength.
In a real fight, humans were at a disadvantage. It often took several of them to match one monster, so the Human Race was always on the back foot in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield.
There were also a few human prodigies who could match the monster races' geniuses, or even defeat them, but such people were few and far between.
"Impossible. No matter what, they're the Human Race's Elite Students, chosen through countless battles. They wouldn't die that easily." Someone shook his head, refusing to believe the Elite Students would be at a disadvantage.
"That's true. The Human Race's prodigies shouldn't be underestimated either."
"Anyone who survives the Heavenly Demon Battlefield is bound to become a pillar of the Human Race."
"Let's wait and see. We'll soon know how many made it back alive."
Many nodded. They were confident in the Human Race's prodigies. Even if their talent was somewhat inferior to the monster races' prodigies, they wouldn't lose out in martial techniques, experience, or resources.
If they fought to the bitter end, who knew which side would win?
"By the way, wasn't there a young fellow named Xia Ping? I heard he was this year's Genius Tournament champion. I wonder how he did," one King brought up Xia Ping.
"Although he won the Genius Tournament, he's only at the eighth level of