Missing
Perhaps because his hand was hurting more and more, the leading Player couldn't help looking down. But the instant he shifted his gaze, Xu Huo charged at him from across the hall, swinging his Long Sword at his other hand!
The leading Player blocked the blow with an item. Xu Huo held his sword in a chopping stance and shifted his feet. The entire floor of the hallway suddenly gave way!
The two plummeted at high speed, while the lights on the walls grew farther and farther away. The leading Player seemed to realize he had fallen for Xu Huo's trick too. He stopped paying attention to the black spots on his hand, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed at Xu Huo!
But just then, a Picture Frame appeared between them. It was indeed a picture frame, but when the leading Player thrust his dagger at it, an identical version of himself appeared inside the frame, also stabbing toward him with a dagger.
The Picture Frame was like a mirror. The people inside and out stabbed each other without resistance, leaving wounds on both of the leading Player's shoulders. As for Xu Huo, he had vanished into thin air!
Beyond the frame, there was nothing but darkness. The leading Player felt himself still falling, and he soon lost his composure. "Come out if you've got the guts! What kind of skill is it to stall for time?"
Unfortunately, no one answered. Gradually, the sound of wind rose in the darkness, and his clothes whipped violently around him, as if he really were falling through an open space.
His mental interference was deepening. Everything around him would only seem more and more real.
Xu Huo watched coldly, ready to finish him off at any moment.
The leading Player was getting