At a time like this, most people who came forward to meet Xu Huo had the same idea as blondie. They'd been shocked by what had happened just now, when all the eyes in the sky and on the ground came to life. The terrifying mental pressure had affected almost everyone in the city at nearly the same time, even outside the Dungeon. Its range was vast, and its effects were powerful. It wasn't hard to imagine what the Dungeon itself was like, or why its death rate was so high.
So rather than risk entering the Dungeon, it was naturally better to solve the problem from the outside.
But after blondie finished speaking, the ones who responded weren't the Players who'd come with him. They were stranded Players from other parts of the city, along with Players from this Sub-district who'd rushed over from elsewhere.
"I'm afraid that won't work." An elderly man at the head of the group raised his voice. "You newcomers can't just ignore those who came before you. So many Players are stranded here, and the longer they stay, the less they want to go out and face a high-risk Random Instance. Let's drop that proposal."
The Dungeon's survival rate was low, but Players had been entering it nonstop for over a hundred years. Their numbers had accumulated, and even if only a few dozen were stranded, they had an advantage over the Players who were trying to clear it now, because they had the help of the local Players.
As the two sides faced off, an A-class player beside blondie said, "At least the stranded Players are worth a look. The local Players are nothing!"
The local Players weren't the only ones who took offense at being dismissed. The believers also grew uneasy. Judging