There's no doubt that those players who rushed to the meeting room were also controlled by Spatial Blades. Most of them were still standing, though their postures looked somewhat strange. Some were looking up, some were running, others piggybacking, standing on one foot; each looked like a wax figure with rotating eyeballs, stuck in the air.
The meeting room was surrounded by relatively wide corridors, at least thirty meters wide. Beyond the corridors were training rooms. Arranging players nearby was supposedly a safety measure, but it obviously didn't work well, only adding dozens more hostages.
"You're so dumb I don't even feel like killing you." Xu Huo looked at the man across the table, "If the numbers alone could win, I wouldn't be here alone today."
After saying that, he swiftly completed the other's heroic sacrifice.
