Zhao Quan had already decided on his direction.
"Alright, you be careful. Don't get yourself killed. Dammit, to think that I, the fourth heir of the great Holy Flame Clan, was nearly defeated here..."
With a flash, Zhao Quan vanished.
Zhao Chi didn't linger either and immediately rushed southwest.
But he hadn't run for long before he was blocked by more fighting up ahead.
Zhao Chi had run all the way here from the ruins of the virtual training hall; he must have covered over three kilometers.
But it seemed like battles were raging everywhere.
'If the Resistance was just trying to ambush and wipe out the nobles watching the competition, the fighting shouldn't be on such a massive scale, right?'
'Could it be... that this is just the tip of the iceberg?'
'Is the Resistance's operation tonight far bigger than I imagined?'
'Could their target be the entire River Valley Town?'
At this thought, Zhao Chi immediately opened the system.
But communications were still blocked.
