The barrier broke, and the East District players naturally swarmed in. But just as they were preparing to hack the two dead men to pieces, the masked youth's body turned into a loose mass of shadows and vanished before it even hit the ground.
Xu Huo's situation was much the same. The light, combined with the barrier, had probably affected what they could see. The people outside had watched the white light pass through his throat and seen him stagger, but they hadn't made out exactly what happened. Yet once the barrier disappeared completely, the man who should have been dead vanished into thin air—more thoroughly than the masked youth.
But whether the two were truly dead or had escaped, the East District players present were in no position to pursue them. They could only stay behind and clean up the mess.
And so, the battle had to end because the Outer District players had forcefully intervened.
The East District players had suffered heavy losses. The Rebel Army had lost some people too, but seeing the East District players bleed made them happier than anything, so they withdrew without hesitation. At a time like this, no one could stop them from leaving with their Tickets.
Having survived thanks to their items, Xu Huo and the masked youth independently fled toward the Agor headquarters. No East District players pursued them, though. The two changed directions from time to time and occasionally crossed paths along the way, but they simply acknowledged each other and kept their distance until they were sure they were truly safe.
Not far from Agor headquarters, Xu Huo and the masked youth stood atop two neighboring buildings, barely a hundred meters apart. After a brief silence, the masked youth spoke first. "I didn't expect you to benefit from