Faced with the sudden appearance of this stranger, Brother Xia and the others instinctively put some distance between themselves and him. At the same time, they attacked without hesitation. Yet, for some reason, most of their artifacts suddenly stopped working. A few still functioned, but each was blocked in turn.
Some tried using their Abilities, but to their horror, those seemed ineffective too!
One person tried to run, but when he turned and saw the scenery outside the window suddenly change, he stopped short. From where they stood, the building was surrounded by countless razor-sharp Thin Threads. With their artifacts unavailable, they lost their nerve.
"Who are you? Did you know Old Boss Yang?" Brother Xia asked cautiously.
Xu Huo sat leisurely at the head of the table, his hands clasped on the tabletop. He smiled faintly. "No. I'm just curious how he died."
The people present exchanged glances. In the end, Zhang Kai asked what they were all thinking. "What does that have to do with you?"
"I told you. I'm curious." Xu Huo deliberately glanced at the watch on his wrist. "You have one minute left. I can wait while you explain what happened."
The "one minute left" was probably how long the artifacts would remain unusable. Brother Xia, Zhang Kai, and the others had no choice but to put their infighting aside. Brother Xia spoke first. "Since this is weighing on you, I'll tell you plainly: I had nothing to do with Old Boss Yang's death. He really was killed by an Outer District Player."
The infighting in the Sand Sea Safe Zone was actually quite simple. It began when some of the Players, led by Old Boss Yang, left the Safe Zone to search for Alien groups. They ran into a sandstorm along the way, and