The attack came too suddenly and moved incredibly fast. The projectile that struck the ground looked like an ordinary bullet, but it was far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary firearm.
Xu Huo glanced at the crater in the ground, then vanished from where he stood. His Spiritual World and Space Power together covered a range of nearly a thousand meters. He couldn't find the attacker within that radius, which meant they were farther away. The greater the distance, the wider the area they could cover. Outer District Players were a deep pool of talent; there was no need to fight every one of them.
He changed direction instead of continuing straight toward the city center—the direction the bullet had come from. His attacker didn't seem intent on pursuing him either; no second bullet came flying.
Only after changing his direction and position several times did Xu Huo slow down. Fewer people were following him, but with so many Players in the city, he couldn't go anywhere without attracting attention. The closer he got to the city center, the more intense that attention became.
The most prosperous commercial district in the city center had been sealed off by a special power. It was impossible to investigate what was happening inside from a distance, so he headed for a nearby neighborhood instead.
Compared with other cities plagued by constant fighting, A7 Safe Zone was abnormal. The poisonous fog could knock out ordinary people, but not Players. The city was also eerily quiet. The Players seemed to be maintaining a strange unspoken understanding, as though they feared something—or were waiting for something.
The city's network was down, so he couldn't get any news through his Communicator. As Xu Huo circled around the city center, he spotted a dessert shop where a crowd