Behind Qing Chen, Black Water Guild players shouted, "So what if he's A-rank? Two fists can't beat four hands. Even an old-school A-rank expert like Viper would have to avoid this many people. He's out of guns and bullets, while we still have over twenty firearms. Don't be afraid of him!"
"That's right. He just advanced to A-rank, so he hasn't gotten used to his strength yet. He won't be able to fight freely!"
The players chasing Qing Chen were no longer limited to the two major guilds. There were also countless independent players, nearly two thousand in total. "The last time this many people chased me was when demigod Chen Yu hunted me in Forbidden Zone 008," Qing Chen muttered.
Qing Chen did not speed up to shake off the pursuers behind him. Instead, he deliberately maintained a steady pace, drawing the players from the two guilds after him.
There were only three areas with complicated terrain in Multiverse Number 8—one was the dense forest in the north, one was the Red River Canyon in the center, and one was the treacherous mountain range in the south.
Qing Chen could not make use of the latter two. If he wanted to fight a guerrilla battle in complicated terrain, he could only return to the forest.
The dozens of Phoenix Guild players had suffered badly here before.
Yet history told humanity one thing: humanity never learned from history. The forest was still six kilometers away.
At that moment, some players froze. They saw Qing Chen pull out an LCD tablet while running, his fingers swiping across it.
One player asked in confusion, "What is he looking at? He still has time to look at an LCD tablet now?"
Distracted, Qing Chen slowed even further, as if he were running out