To these C-class players from the Special Defense Department, Xu Huo was no longer merely one of the best among players of his rank. He was the best of the best, someone they couldn't hope to catch up to—a truly rare, tiny fraction of the top.
"Captain, do you think he can take on a B-class player?" someone on the team asked.
A trace of emotion crossed the captain's face. Against him, even a B-class player armed with ordinary B- or A-class items would probably be reduced to taking a beating.
"He should be on par with top-tier B-class players."
Only after raising their evolution rate to a certain level could players sense the space around them without Super Evolution. Otherwise, if someone hid behind a spatial barrier or in the Spiritual World, how were they supposed to fight?
The bald man's companions looked grim. They had no time to mourn the dead. Another man, gaunt and thin-faced, stepped forward. "We have no quarrel with you. It was the bald guy who tried to stop you. We're all on the island, and we have more important things to do. Why don't we each go about our business?"
Xu Huo had no objections and left with Song Xiaohua.
By then, he had stowed Cube Space in the Storage Compartment.
As expected, he soon ran into two more groups of players. Without Cube Space to help them, they seemed to be stuck in a particular ruined space—the same layer where the Special Defense Department and the player organizations were.
However, without any shifts between spaces, this ruined world had changed considerably. For one thing, the stone roads connecting the buildings in the air were duplicated. The buildings themselves had also scattered, as though a single whole had been broken apart and flung