Eight-player teams were indeed rare. Teams of more than ten, like the white-haired man's, were one of a kind. It wasn't just that no Player was willing to take orders from another; more often, even if they gathered more people, their numbers would quickly dwindle as they turned on one another. That was why teams of nearly ten were uncommon, while groups of four or five were more common.
Four or five people could defend themselves promptly when they encountered danger, and it was easy for the members to keep an eye on one another. They wouldn't be thrown into chaos by having too many people.
Xu Huo and the others set off.
At first, they walked for a while, then had Xu Huo use Space Power to carry them part of the way. But as time passed, everyone began to show signs of exhaustion. The scorching heat was draining the moisture from their bodies too quickly, and the sky still hadn't turned dark, so they had no choice but to stop and rest.
They piled their backpacks up to make a patch of shade and crouched nearby to rest.
They had no other choice. The surrounding terrain was all flat, with hardly any variation in elevation, let alone caves. The ground was scorching, so they could only crouch for now.
"Take this as a lesson. From now on, we should all wear Protective Suits with climate control." Two Heads tugged at the Protective Suit, which was torn in several places.
Love Orange chewed on a small piece of root. Only after spitting out the scraps did she say, "If it never gets dark, will the Players up ahead have enough water and food?"
They definitely wouldn't. Never mind the possibility of getting lost; even if they walked in a