All-Race Battlefield.
"This should be the three-thousandth one."
Otto looked down at the densely packed corpses of human players beneath his feet.
A savage smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, his backpack was stuffed full of items dropped by human players.
As he looked at the items inside, a trace of contempt flashed through his eyes.
"How poor. These human players are developing far too slowly."
As the highest-level player among the Demon Race, Otto naturally possessed far better equipment and far more resources than the human players. His growth speed was also much faster than theirs.
"If all human players are this poor and pathetic, then they pose absolutely no threat to our Demon Race."
By now, the entire Order Warrior army of the Human Race had almost been wiped out by the Demon Race.
The humans were even weaker than they had imagined. This caused many Demon Race warriors, who had previously been wary of the humans, to finally relax.
