The wealth in the Darkkin Space was soon plundered clean by the players.
The lucky players filled their Spatial Inventories with resources, which could net them over fifty thousand sacrificial power once exchanged. Calling it an instant fortune would be no exaggeration.
The latecomers found no resources left to collect, so they simply went after the space itself.
Using Mining Pickaxes, weapons, and other tools, they hammered at the Energy Foundation Stones that formed the space, switching to demolition mode.
An Sui, still lying on the ground, stared at the scene in shock.
Calling such behavior suicide would be no exaggeration.
As its structure was destroyed, the entire Darkkin Space would collapse. When that happened, none of the Player Race members would escape. They would all die in the spatial reverse flow.
But the Player Race members clearly had not realized this, or simply did not care about the destructive price of their actions. They continued frantically wrecking the structure of the space.
Boom!
The Darkkin Space suddenly shook. A corner of the space abruptly turned into a black vortex, sucking in nearby players and shredding them.
The other players glanced over curiously, then continued digging out the foundation stones.
"They've all gone mad!"
Realizing that staying meant certain death, An Sui gritted his teeth and stood.
Waves of dizziness washed over him. Like a drunk, he staggered toward the Spatial Passage outside the treasury.
If he did not leave now, he would lose his chance.
He knew the Darkkin Space was utterly ruined at the Player Race's hands.
Those stupid, greedy bastards had completely destroyed his plans to rise again. It was all over.
Stumbling to the Spatial Teleportation Array, he reached out and touched the dark red gem at its center. His body instantly turned into white light.