At this moment, a rare chill rose in John's heart.
Based on what he knew about the peerless powerhouses of the human race throughout history, those who were qualified to enter the All-Race Battlefield as vanguards were, without exception, Level 300 existences.
Even if the human race could not compare to other races in terms of physical bodies, they should not be too far behind in magic or combat techniques, right?
A Level 300 vanguard, no matter where they were placed, would be a powerhouse capable of guarding a major city.
Yet he had not expected that on the All-Race Battlefield, all of them had actually been buried there.
The king said in a grave tone, "Every human vanguard who entered the All-Race Battlefield obtained that qualification only after going through countless hardships.
But once they entered the All-Race Battlefield, they were no different from cannon fodder.
