"108." Wang Ye looked at the fluorescent number on his chest.
After killing Wu Mosuo, he earned 42 kill points in one go, and his total points reached the lowest requirement to join the intermediate hunt.
The sparkling silver number was bewitching.
Wang Ye's heart skipped a beat and he was immersed in it.
Countless numbers appeared.
The lowest was 100, and the highest was 999. They were as many as stars, flickering and changing from time to time, sometimes increasing or even disappearing.
Good heavens, so many?
There were at least hundreds of them.
"Nothing above 1000." Wang Ye was vigilant.
The Sky race was causing trouble.
They wanted the competition to be more intense!
They wanted them to kill each other and allow the true top experts to eventually emerge.
However, that was not what he cared about.
