In Otto's eyes, the only real threat on the entire All-Race Battlefield was John.
Once John died, there would be no one else on the entire battlefield capable of restraining him.
If he had not spent all this time concealing his identity and quietly grinding his way to Level 300, coupled with the demon race granting him the position of commander, he would not even have dared to come to this All-Race Battlefield and confront John.
"Heh. Now that I am the commander of the demon race, and we have even joined forces with the Swarmborn, the heavens are truly on my side."
A faint smile appeared on Otto's face.
In his view, with two great races joining hands, no matter how powerful John might be, he was only a lone pillar trying to hold back a tidal wave. There was no possible way he could withstand the flood of two allied armies.
"Within three days, I will suppress the entire human race on behalf of the demon race.
