The spinning pointer aimed at Duckbill Hat. He and the people behind him reflexively jumped out of its path.
Xu Huo took a couple of steps forward, then suddenly asked, "I'm in the Life-or-Death Game. You won't try to take my items, will you?"
Brother Feng smiled without answering. Tall Thin Camo ran a hand over his gun and said, "Our Brother Feng wouldn't even look twice at your items."
"Good." Xu Huo quickly stepped into the black circle at the base of the pointer. The moment he entered, everything around him was once again swallowed up by pure white.
This time, a Twenty-Four Grid Wheel slightly larger than before floated before him. Half its grids were black and half were white. The black pointer was still accompanied by a ten-minute countdown.
He didn't rush to take out the Two-Color Rubik's Cube. Instead, he stopped three meters from the wheel and raised his hand.
The wheel's next face, though some distance away, blurred and vanished, then re-formed in front of his fingers. The countdown numbers instantly grew larger.
But Xu Huo didn't turn the pointer. He waited for the time to run down.
He hadn't felt any discomfort during the first five minutes. But when the countdown reached a number starting with "4," the image of the Undertaker announcing the rules suddenly appeared in his mind. The six rules replayed over and over, followed by the sight of those people exploding.
Everyone had died to some unknown force. There was no way to trace its source, let alone guard against it. If the pointer landed on a black grid, death was the only possible outcome. No one could save them.
He had only ten minutes. If he took a gamble, maybe he could land on a white grid...
His brow