The Demon Emperor was genuinely interested. After all, this would be a fine place for them to train their troops.
The man's eyes lit up, and excitement stirred in his heart. "To be frank, fellow Daoist, my name is Bai Qingyun, and I come from the White Tiger Sky Race."
"The race I mentioned earlier, the one that opened up a battlefield, was our White Tiger Sky Race. We were somewhat rash back then. Although we succeeded in opening one up, defending it has become a struggle."
"And with more and more Dark Beast Kings appearing, our race is beginning to buckle."
"I've waited here for so long and approached many races, all to recruit allies for my race."
"If you can help us hold our position, we can offer you a share of our gains as compensation. At the same time, we won't take so much as a fraction of any gains from the battlefield entrusted to you."
As the Demon Emperor listened, an expression of understanding appeared on his face. It was just as he had suspected.
Just then, a crowd nearby came surging over.
"Friend, don't let him hoodwink you."
"The White Tiger Sky Race's battlefield is actually extremely dangerous. It's already on the verge of collapse."
"If you want to serve as a mercenary, you'd be better off joining our Clear River Race."
"Come to our Flying Bird Race instead. We offer more compensation and better treatment."
"Our Western Horn Race is an excellent choice. Our battlefield is relatively stable. If you're willing to come, we'll hand over three hundred million points, and there'll be plenty more compensation afterward."
For a moment, the Demon Emperor became a hot commodity, leaving him looking rather awkward.
He could see it now. After opening up battlefields, many races were