The massive lights from the city cast large beams onto the battlefield, lighting it up like it was daytime. Krune walked alongside the crowd, noticing the soldiers head into the center of the battlefield while the mercenaries split off to the sides.

Their ground was on the right. They had to travel for around seven kilometers along the battlefield's borders first. The battlefield spanned a length of 20 kilometers and a width of 15 kilometers. So, their ground was almost located along the edge.

As they calmly walked over the sides, Krune noticed that Wrister was getting excited as time passed. The battlefield was a place where life forces were snuffed out one after another. To those who were sensitive to such things, it would make them awry.

Their mental states could collapse upon seeing the numerous losses of lives around them. As for Wrister, he seemed to have entered a state of drunken stupor, precisely because he could feel the loss of life. It seemed that the sensation caused him to be drunk on the lifeforce emanating from his body. It was as if he had a surplus.

Krune was worried if his condition would hinder their battle when Flita assured him, saying, "Grandfather is always like this. Plus, this state allows him to sense threats clearly. That's partly the reason he had survived the ambush on our family before."

Even though Flita was speaking calmly, it seemed that she was the same as her grandfather. Her face slowly flushed red as her feet seemed to be tipsy, light-footed. However, Krune realized that she was walking in a stance that made it seem like her body was weightless. 'Is this a trait exclusive to their family?'

Upon seeing that their strange states did more good than harm, Krune didn't comment on the matter, closing his eyes as he walked to get a clearer picture of the battlefield, activating his Sonic Radar.

The innumerous screams and roars, the clashing of blades and claws, the spurting of blood, the collapsing sounds of bodies and limbs falling on the blood-covered ground, the sonic booms caused by the intense exchange between experts along the battlefield, and the intense nauseating stench, Krune took them all in, realizing once again that he was someone who didn't like wars.

It was nauseating to the extreme for him to even be in the place. Unsurprisingly, when he stepped foot on the battlefield and saw the layer of blood that was as high as five centimeters, almost drowning his feet into it, Krune felt the urge to freeze everything in the place and call it a day.

It seemed that when the quantity of blood increased beyond a certain duration, they would overflow and fall into the Abyssal Trench. Because of this, the height of the blood on the battlefield never crossed five centimeters.

The trio began to walk through the battlefield, quickly crossing the private grounds bought by powerful families. Those at the back of the family were youngsters, facing off against the Demon Soldiers as training and a means of revenue.

The stronger demons were killed off before that, only allowing the weaker ones for them to dispose of. That was how the battlefield worked. In the length of 20 kilometers, there was a dividing line at the center.

On one side, the humans were dominant. On the other side, the demons were dominant. The tier of the demons decreased from the 10-kilometer mark, leaving only Demon Soldiers at the final two kilometers of the battlefield.

For the first two kilometers from the 10-kilometer mark, the battlefield was the fiercest. After all, this was where the Red Demons were the most active. All the powerhouses faced the Red Demons here, trying their best to prevent any from passing them.

So, this stretch of two kilometers on the battlefield was called the Red Strip. The third and fourth kilometers from the 10-kilometer point was called the Yellow Strip, the place where Tier 4 Warriors clashed with Yellow Demons, trying their best to prevent any Yellow Demons from breaking through their net.

The Yellow Strip was followed by the Green, Blue, and Violet Strips. The Violet Strip was the end of the battlefield. Beyond that was the bridge leading into the city. At least two Tier 5 powerhouses stood guard here, preventing any demon from setting foot on the bridge.

While passing through the place, Krune looked around casually, failing to find any familiar faces that he detested. Then again, he was thankful for not spotting them. Even he wasn't sure if he would remain placid once he saw them.

There was a good chance he would spam air needles on their faces until they died. However, that would cause all the warriors standing in reserve within the city to come out as a punitive force to kill him.

With that, Krune was thankful for their lack of presence, planning to deal with them once he reached Tier 5.

Their ground was located in the Green Strip that bordered the Yellow Strip. It was the most dangerous ground in the Green Strip since the chances of Tier 4 Demons intruding was high in the area. Well, that was also why it was really expensive.

As for the families contesting Wrister during the auction, they usually consisted of those with at least 20-30 Tier 4 Warriors with significant influence. They weren't like the Ralk family that only had two Tier 4 Warriors.

'Then again, none of it matters. Even in their present state, if the Ralk Family has 10 descendants, they would get 10 Tier 4 Warriors within four years. Simple as that.' Krune smirked as he calmly evaded the Green Demons that lunged at him.

As they were still on foreign grounds, he couldn't kill them. That would be the same as stealing prey. Even though no one cared about that since the number of demons was endless, it still would cause others to raise an eyebrow.

After all, all the private grounds worked on a time basis. And, the number of Demons they killed in this duration signified their income. With that, Krune didn't face any Green Demons, calmly focusing on the Yellow Demons far away as he activated his Sonic Radar.