Chapter 142: The Battle Between High-Level Players
Countless scraps of paper had formed a rapidly spinning vortex, trapping all seven Outer District Players inside. Every so often, one of them emerged, covered from head to toe in white paper scraps like a coat of snowflakes.
One Player after another was forced to leave. Watching the number inside dwindle, Nie Xuan didn't feel relieved—instead, he grew even more worried.
In his current condition, entering the Station would be extremely risky. But if saving him meant sacrificing a Super Artifact, he'd rather go into the Station.
But the decision was no longer his to make. He saw the man in the wheelchair, who had appeared soundlessly beside him, raise a hand and lightly crook a finger in the air. From behind a large tree in the distance, a Poster came fluttering out. The celebrity printed on it seemed to come alive, writhing as though trying to escape some nameless force.
But only a moment later, the Poster had been drawn right up to the man in the wheelchair. As he reached out, the Poster suddenly went limp and drooped like an ordinary sheet of paper.
At the same time, all the paper scraps chasing the Outer District Players fell to the ground.
The three remaining Players backed away, wiping the blood from their faces. Their leader said, "Friend, we'll leave now. Sorry to bother you..."
The man in the wheelchair lightly flicked the little finger of his left hand, which rested on the armrest. The three who hadn't managed to leave were instantly decapitated!
Killing three Players had been no harder than flicking dust from his clothes. The man in the wheelchair didn't even glance in their direction. Turning to Nie Xuan, he asked, "Aren't you leaving?"
Knowing there was no way