The central region was truly teeming with martial artists from every race.

Jiang Han had barely covered a hundred li when he ran into more than a dozen teams, half of them already locked in combat. Humans, Monsters, Barbarians, and Demons fought the moment they met—clearly, the grudges between the races ran as deep as blood.

“Eh?”

After another dozen li, Jiang Han spotted a Monster squad heading his way. He dropped flat and hid among a pile of rocks, not daring to move.