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Chapter 1418 - 368: Players Are Just Awesome!
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Chapter 1418: Chapter 368: Players Are Just Awesome!

The affirmative answer given by the guidance immediately filled Life Throat with confidence.

Although this plan has quite a few problems, it can at least consume part of the combat units of the Youlü Council.

With a clear idea, Life Throat got up and left the library.

Instantly, the various books placed on the desk floated automatically and returned to the bookshelves.

Before long, the figure of Life Throat appeared in the Colorful Mist Coast Region.

Arriving at a scene undisturbed by players, he slowly floated down to the ground.

The sea breeze nearby swept the colorful mist across his silver robe, yet was blocked by an invisible force before getting too close.

He slightly raised his eyelids, and the evil wind swirling around his fingertips suddenly surged, like a solid stream of blue-black torrent, sweeping toward the dense woods ahead.

Immediately, a light rustling sound of leaves breaking apart densely appeared.

The ancient trees, embraced by several people, quickly disintegrated upon the touch of the evil wind, turning into countless fine wood chips that drifted toward the sea with the wind momentum.

Thick tree roots and intertwined vines... all were crushed into dust under the sweep of the evil wind.

In just a snap, the originally lush corner had been cleared into an open space, the ground smooth as if polished, without a pebble in sight.

As the evil wind receded, Life Throat’s robe remained as tidy as new.

And the open space before him was a canvas laid out for the next action.

Calling out the trading house interface, he began quickly scanning for space materials.

These are the core resources for constructing a space transmission array.

This type of popular material is generally listed by players with a fixed price, with prices steadily rising as the player faction develops.

In fact, the output of space materials increases at each stage.

But it still cannot satisfy the players’ demands.

Top player teams and organizations need space materials to construct space transmission arrays.

Pet flow players also need to consume space materials to create pet spaces.

Newbie players opening space slots also need to consume space materials.

But the production channels are scarce.

Mainly derived from the internal mining areas of Imperial Tomb Village, two small probability mining areas in the wild for excavating space materials, and one mining area explored by the Little Mage leading the Spirit Breath Clan.

Other channels have negligible outputs.

This is also the reason the price of space materials remains high, even the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce cannot lower the price from existing trade channels.

But compared to the value of the rules, the price of space materials is insignificant in Life Throat’s eyes.

Three minutes later, after completing the scan, Life Throat pinched in the void with his fingers, and instantly the materials from the space bag floated in front of him.

Void Origin Stones emitting a dark blue luster, void cotton entwined with silver threads, and some realm scales thin as cicada wings.

With a light tap of his toes, his figure moved like a flowing cloud across the open space, his fingertips tracing fine light marks as if dipped in starlight, sketching a spiral array base on the ground.

The Star Pattern Stone was casually thrown into the air by him, embedded at the intersection of the light marks, slowly melting and humming as it illuminated a semi-transparent barrier.

The void cotton was swept by his palm wind, instantly unraveled, turning into countless silver threads, wandering along the array’s veins, firmly locking the scattered spatial energy.

The realm scale was gently sliced by his fingers like a sword, with the airflow seeping out from inside merging with the light marks, causing the entire edge of the array to ripple like a wave.

Unlike the space team of the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce, who need to consult information while perfecting the array.

The process of Life Throat setting up a spatial array was without the slightest stagnation, his movements as light as if performing a sacrificial dance.

With a twist of his wrist, the runes at the eye of the array began to rotate on their own, and the remaining space materials followed the trajectory of his consciousness to their positions.

In just a moment, a small space array with a diameter of more than ten meters had formed.

The flow of the array patterns merged with the surrounding sea mist, and unless examined closely, one could hardly discern that this open space had been enveloped by the power of space.

When the last trace of light finished, Life Throat settled at the center of the array, and the arc of his garment’s movement did not settle yet when a space rift leading to the game space appeared at the eye of the array.

Through the guidance, he had already obtained the coordinates of the space of the Youlü Council.

However, this time he did not directly lock onto the core coordinates with the space transmission array, but targeted the transmission channel inside the game space.

Direct entry would certainly alert the Youlü Council members.

This time he plans to enter under the guise of a "captured creature," thus he opened a docking node within the transmission channel for capturing external creatures, to deceive his way through.

Before the transmission initiated, Life Throat disguised his aura.

With a light tap on his forehead, a wisp of silver-gray mist seeped from his body, wrapping around him as if it were alive.

The fierce evil wind that originally surrounded his body dissipated swiftly, transforming into a sullen energy fluctuation.

This was the aura of the small clan "Nether River Clan" he once encountered.

This consideration was due to the last major loss the Youlü Council suffered from players, potentially making them especially sensitive to players’ aura.

There’s a probability of considering players as a third force and clearing them out promptly, unwilling to have too much interaction.

Also, this is what players call "blacklisting."

Determining that his identity wouldn’t be exposed, Life Throat took a deep breath and stepped into the space rift.

The moment his foot touched the channel floor, the surrounding scenery distorted instantly.

Countless bizarre and colorful blocks whizzed past before his eyes, with a sharp friction sound of airflow ringing in his ears, as if thousands upon thousands of needles were probing his eardrums.

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