"Old Zheng!" The A-class player glanced this way. After binding the robot with an item, he immediately rushed over to the old man.
Xu Huo and the others had put some distance between them. He confirmed that the old man was dead; he just hadn't expected him to die so easily.
"Having talent doesn't mean you'll live long. If you don't have talent, you have to be even more careful."
The old man had been too confident in his Spiritual World. That white flame could indeed wear down Xu Huo's mental strength, but that didn't mean it could destroy his Spiritual World. On the contrary, their mental powers would interfere with each other more deeply, affecting their judgment. Eyes and ears could deceive a person, and so could illusions.
Seeing the A-class player quickly put the old man's body in a freezer, Xu Huo narrowed his eyes. "Is your Han family's heir really worth less than a Mental Evolver?"
Han Yi's body had been smashed to pieces on the spot, with no need even to try to save him. The difference in treatment was striking.
"So the Han Yi who died was a fake after all?" He looked at the A-class player. "You really went to great lengths with this scheme. Who would've thought that the one who set off fireworks with a human head in the city center and dealt with the attempted assassination by local Players wasn't the real Han Yi? What a waste of effort."
The A-class player, who had already put away the old man's body, stood up and reached out with one hand. A powerful force seized Xu Huo!
His body moved forward against his will. Xu Huo immediately opened a door ahead of himself, escaping the pull. He caught the A-class player's flying kick