What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Deep within the S-level area of ​​the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, at the edge of the abyss.

The environment here is completely different from the outside world.

It is dark and never sees sunlight.

The ground was covered with black gravel. As a member of the alien race walked by, the gravel transformed into a dense aura of malevolence that dissipated.

The terrifying malevolent energy solidified here!

However, in this region where death and terror intertwine, a figure stands quietly.

He was completely shrouded in a large black cloak, with the hood pulled low, obscuring his face entirely.

Even more strangely, the surrounding violent malevolent energy seemed to encounter something extremely terrifying when it approached this figure, and all retreated in all directions.

An absolute vacuum zone with a radius of five meters was formed around his body.

On the outskirts of this vacuum zone, a large group of alien races knelt in a dark mass.

Thorn Feather Clan, Fallen Knights, Phantom Moon Mirage Clan, Sand Ratmen...

At this moment, they all held back their breath, burying their heads deep in the black gravel, appearing extremely respectful, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Besides these alien races, many terrifying figures that had never appeared on the outskirts of the battlefield could also be vaguely seen deep within.

Their auras were even more profound, some even reaching the suffocating Heavenly Sea Realm.

The figure in black robes stood still, a voice coming from under the hood.

His voice was hoarse and gloomy, like countless insects flapping their wings and rubbing against your ear at the same time, giving you a chilling feeling.

"The original plan... was completely ruined by that human named Wei Peng."

The voice of the man in black robes echoed.

"The great Lord of the Abyss, after a long slumber, is about to fully restore his power."

"In the near future, the shadow of the abyss will surely shroud the entire battlefield of all races, devouring all living beings that resist."

"You want me to tell my master that his servants were helpless against a bunch of human children while he was asleep??"

The Abyss Messenger's rage flared.

The entire alien race was instantly suppressed and dared not utter a sound.

They crouched even lower, a tremor from their very soul making them shake.

"I remind you, useless servants, there is no need for you to live in this world."

He slowly raised his arm and pointed in the direction of the human defense line.

"But before the Lord comes, we need to teach humanity a little lesson, to make them tremble in fear."

Upon hearing the words of the man in black robes, Gelie, a member of the Thorn Feather Clan kneeling on the left, mustered his courage and spoke.

"The Great Messenger of the Abyss."

Gretel lowered his head, his tone tinged with apprehension and confusion.

"This hunt for human geniuses failed not only because Wei Peng, a human expert at the Dao Integration Realm, suddenly intervened... but I also discovered something strange."

The Abyss Messenger slightly turned his head, his face expressionless.

"explain."

Gretel swallowed hard, recalling the battle from not long ago.

"Those human students seem to have mastered a very strange teleportation ability."

"Several times, we have cornered those students, and the claws of our tribesmen have pierced their bodies."

"But at the moment the fatal blow lands, a burst of blue light will suddenly erupt from their bodies, and then they will vanish without a trace."

Gretel stretched out his claws and carved several deep furrows in the black ground.

"This kind of teleportation is completely unexpected, and even spatial fluctuations are extremely difficult to detect. Our men have missed their targets many times on the battlefield."

Gretel hadn't finished speaking.

"shut up!"

A sharp, angry shout interrupted it.

Among the Mirage Clan kneeling on the right, a gigantic royal figure with three pairs of pure golden wings on its back suddenly straightened up.

Its translucent body trembled violently with rage, and its golden wings flapped in mid-air, stirring up a gust of wind.

"Stop making excuses, you incompetent traitor!"

The golden-winged royalty pointed at Gretel, his voice sharp and piercing.

"Blood elves are idiots too, to be devoured by lowly reptiles like you."

"A bunch of useless trash that even a thousand-pound human couldn't handle!"

"If you hadn't been so slow, my exceptionally gifted son wouldn't have died in vain at the hands of those humans!"

Just as Gretel was about to retort.

"Alright, shut up, all of you. Leave this little thing to us."

A rough, deep voice came from behind.

Like a muffled thunderclap, the shock caused the surrounding solidified rubble to tremble slightly before returning to a gaseous state.

A huge figure strode into the open space.

With each step, the ground emitted a dull thud.

This is a burly man who is at least five meters tall.

Unlike other alien races, he did not retain the form of a beast or monster, but instead transformed into a human.

The strong man's skin was a grayish-brown color like volcanic rock, with a rough texture covering his skin.

The muscles bulged high, and between each muscle, faint dark red blood vessels could be seen flowing.

He walked to the front of the line and crossed his arms over his chest.

Hundreds of high-ranking alien races present wished they could bury their heads in the ground when facing the Abyss Messenger.

Only this burly man lowered his head slightly, his attitude not appearing so reserved.

The Abyss Messenger, hidden beneath a black hood, looked at the burly man and nodded slightly.

"The Blood-Splitting Rhinoceros Clan".

The Abyss Messenger's voice softened slightly. "Has your clan's strength been restored?"

The burly man sneered, twisted his thick neck, and his joints cracked like firecrackers.

"That's about it."

The burly man raised his head, gazing into the distance. "Just a bunch of human students, nothing that mysterious!"

"Perfect timing to let the newborn cubs of the clan see blood!"

"That's settled then."

The Abyss Messenger nodded and disappeared into the abyss.