Xu Huo had made his move.
Among the players who had reentered the temple were many High-level Players, including several A-class players. Yet, whether due to the effects of the time artifacts or not, they suddenly froze as they approached the altar. Then, before the Saintesses' terrified eyes, Xu Huo killed them one by one. More than thirty players hadn't lasted even half a minute!
The noise inside the temple had come from corpses split apart by blades of Space Ray.
The players in the square glared furiously. They wanted to rush inside and save their companions, but the barrier had trapped both the Outer District people and the players themselves. Afraid of damaging the barrier around the temple, the old man even tried to hold his companions back. But this situation didn't last long. Xu Huo personally broke through the barrier outside the temple. Facing the local players, who looked ready to tear him limb from limb, he smiled cruelly, his face cold. "I have no interest in killing ordinary people who can't fight back. Players, though, are fair game."
He surveyed the crowd, his gaze settling on the old man. "You're only stuck here. Compared to entering a high-risk Dungeon, staying here is better than dying right now. Step back, and I can promise to kill only the players from this Sub-district."
"Don't even think about it!" the old man snarled, raising his Artifact and bringing it down toward Xu Huo. A screen of light swept across the square and temple, hurtling straight at him. The cutting light sliced through the ground and split the temple's outer wall in two, but the seemingly mighty attack came to an abrupt halt when it struck the "Space Orb."
Xu Huo was unharmed.
"Why can he still use his Space Artifacts?!"