The members of the Star Race and the Devil Race were still fighting in the arena.
They had no idea that danger had already descended.
In the arena, Greedy Wolf's expression suddenly froze.
He looked around in inexplicable horror, then sighed softly. "Great Star God above, please forgive the Star Race's insignificance and ignorance. Give me another chance. I am willing to blaze another broad path for the Star Race."
Just then, Xingyao barked at Greedy Wolf, "What are you dawdling for? Beat this Blade Demon, and you'll get meat."
This was the signal he had agreed on with Greedy Wolf. As soon as he said those words, Greedy Wolf would pretend to lose.
Xingyao was no commander. Even among the Star Race, he was nothing more than a compulsive gambler.
All he cared about was making a killing.
But men like that were easier to buy off, which was also why Greedy Wolf had been willing to come here.
Now, however, it seemed that had been a terrible idea.
He had been marked the moment he arrived. This was deep within Devil Race territory, on the Devil Race Battlefield itself. Who would come here?
Surely no one had come strolling through as though through a quiet courtyard, merely for amusement.
Clearly, it was either the elite of the Human Race or truly powerful figures from the Primordial World.
He did not think a Sage would come.
Their little affair hardly required a Sage to intervene.
So it could only be the Human Race.
Greedy Wolf's entire body shuddered, and the weakness he had been feigning vanished instantly.
He violently shattered his shackles, then raised his little finger at the Blade Demon before him.
His figure vanished in an instant, swift as lightning.
The Blade Demon had yet to react,