Hearing Yang Chen say this, Gao Jie immediately saw hope and said nervously, "Brother Yang Chen, ask away. As long as I know it, I definitely won't hide anything."
If possible, Yang Chen did not want to spare Gao Jie's life.
Leaving the life of such human scum behind would only bring disaster upon the world.
It was only because he had just arrived, had no connections, and knew absolutely nothing about this Half-Body Battlefield. Gao Jie seemed to be a local snake here, so asking him questions could not be wrong.
He asked directly, "It seems this Demigod Battlefield is extremely chaotic. Even people on the same side can attack each other without consequence? Then there must be countless internal conflicts within the Demigod Battlefield every day."
"Of course. There are internal disputes every day," Gao Jie said awkwardly.
"How is that possible? If there are internal disputes every day, what happens if the alien races attack?" Zhang Min asked.
That was what Yang Chen wanted to ask as well. What would happen if the alien races attacked?
Gao Jie gave a bitter smile. "At first, we worried about that too, so during internal conflicts, everyone would more or less hold back. But later, we discovered that the alien battlefield was just like ours, with endless disputes every day. That resulted in very little friction between the two sides. At most, there would occasionally be a symbolic large-scale clash, or someone impatient to earn battle merits would go looking for trouble."
"Impatient to earn battle merits? What do you mean?" Yang Chen asked.
"Actually, every so often, the alien races and humans would engage in a major battle. That is the best time for both sides to seize battle merits. Nearly all Demigod Stage cultivators wait for that moment.