"Brother Qi, in less than twenty days, there are only 127 people left in the simulation field. We've made history!" Feng Zhong couldn't stop flicking through the ranking data, looking over and over with a face full of excitement, "If I weren't personally involved, I wouldn't dare to believe that we accomplished this."
"It's mainly Brother Qi's doing, at most we were just beating the drums on the side." Wang San corrected him seriously. At the moment, there were still three skull heads hanging around his neck, but the necklace made of finger bones had gained another one, making him look like a shaman from a primitive religion, sinister and seductive.
"It's a joint effort by everyone. Without your cooperation, I wouldn't have been able to achieve this step," Duge said with a smile, without taking any credit.
