As Chun got closer to the Magic Spring, the energy turbulence hit more frequently.
Now Chun kind of understood the suffering of a soul—without a physical body for support, any random energy flow could be daunting. After all, a soul itself is also a mass of energy, right?
At that moment, Chun suddenly noticed several players in the distance!
Chun found it unbelievable; this was an area close to the outskirts of the city's third ring, and there were players here? Based on their names, they seemed to be Chinese players!
"Mina, go check it out."
"Alright, master."
I saw them—5 players, actually pushing 5 wheelchairs, with each carrying a huge wooden shield as big as a doorboard on their backs. Around level 45, all mages, but their wheelchairs were packed with all sorts of oddly unfamiliar hand-cranked devices.
