In the sky, Xingtian stared intently at Zhao Haiping, who was wreaking havoc below.
"Strike now! That's that damn Returner, isn't it?!"
"Besides him, which other native could possess such skills?"
For Xingtian, it was the first time he had seen Zhao Haiping in action so clearly.
Previously, when he had clashed with the players, it was within the "Instance on the Verge of Speaking".
But in that instance, the players were acting collectively, whether it was lining up for shootings or as a cavalry unit. Though they had shown good combat qualities, Xingtian's perspective was too high, his form too large. Moreover, being mindless, it was unlikely for him to notice a specific player in the vast sea of people.
But as Zhao Haiping grew larger, he stood out in Xingtian's field of vision like a light in the darkness.
Naturally, Xingtian reasoned that he was probably the real Returner.
After all, Zhao Haiping's combat skills were truly exquisite!
