But before he finished speaking, he noticed nearby players beginning to disappear one by one—they were being swallowed into the instance!
His brows furrowed slightly, and just as he was about to take out his teleportation prop, the moment he took a step and his foot touched the ground, he immediately sensed the atmosphere had shifted. Though the street and buildings looked exactly the same, he felt he'd already entered the instance.
He stopped walking, raised his hand and looked around. As expected, his spiritual world was being heavily suppressed; the range he could perceive was only two or three hundred meters, and within that space, there were no ordinary people, just a handful of scattered players.
"What the hell! Why did everyone in Holy Land City disappear!" Some players stopped in place, others returned from the city's edge, "There's no way out—outside the city is just thick fog. No matter which way you go, you end up back in Holy Land City. We must've entered an instance!"
