Zheng Yuci had left, but the projector he had left behind hadn't disappeared. Outer District Players had already followed the address displayed on it to search for new "White Blood," and another round of offense and defense was about to begin. The East District and the Rebel Army had each sent some people to stop them, while the rest stayed where the fighting had taken place, preparing for the final, deadly battle.
Unable to kill Zheng Yuci, Zhang Xian sank to his knees in despair. He was too exhausted to stand and clutched his wound as he said, "We actually let him get away..."
"Does the Rebel Army really hate him that much?" Xu Huo remained where he was, using an artifact to clear away the Puzzle Balls as he spoke. "Shouldn't you hate Agor more?"
The Evil Spirit Mask had left the battlefield and joined his companions. He answered in Zhang Xian's place. "Wildfire never dies out, and the spring breeze brings it back. As long as he's alive, he could return at any time."
"Actually, once his experiments were exposed, you'd already achieved your goal," Xu Huo said calmly. "An unstable environment is no longer a suitable experimental base for Zheng Yuci. You don't need to kill him; he'll leave on his own."
Zheng Yuci and Dr. Zhang seemed to have chosen two different paths to cultivate Players, but in reality, they had arrived at the same destination. Not attracting attention or being discovered was what allowed them to conduct their experiments over the long term, steadily. Their focus was on their own work, and they were absolutely unwilling to spare the energy to deal with disturbances that kept cropping up.
Besides, instability also meant danger.
The Evil Spirit Mask and Zhang Xian were skeptical of what he