It was empty, devoid of any human presence.

Yang Shulin's heart was pounding.

That's so weird.

In a city with hundreds of thousands of residents, not a single person remained?

Where did all these guys go?

Were they taken away by the gods?

Um. . . .

From a certain perspective, Yang Shulin's speculation is reasonable.

Yang Shulin wandered around the vast Tiger City, feeling extremely suppressed and tense.

There was not a trace of human presence within a radius of a hundred miles, and this was no joke.

That was quite terrifying.

Suddenly, Yang Shulin heard a soft whooshing sound as the wind broke through the trees.

It's light-footed skill!

Yang Shulin looked up in surprise and realized that he had been surrounded without even realizing it.

He was surrounded by a group of martial artists he did not recognize.

Some of these guys were dressed in martial arts attire, while others wore military armor; in short, they were a mixed bag.

It's a style that Yang Shulin is familiar with.

These guys are all from the immortal faction!

"Hey! Look, there's a lone NPC here!"

"Is he the BOSS?!"

These guys were shouting and yelling, completely losing their composure despite the impending battle.

It's definitely the familiar style!

He breathed a sigh of relief; these guys really were from the immortal faction.

In Yang Shulin's mind, all the players were subordinates of the immortals.

"Never mind, let's catch them first."

"Let's see if we can exchange something at the altar."

Just as Yang Shulin was about to speak, he was pinned to the ground by a group of players who suddenly appeared from the sky.

"This strength!! Are they all at the late stage of the Acquired Realm?!"

Yang Shulin was quite surprised.