As Ye Xiwen rammed into the Demon Lion Ancestor and blasted him to death, his descendants behind him immediately began to stir uneasily.
Using the Points Recorder on his body, Ye Xiwen checked and found that his name had gained one hundred points. The Demon Lion Ancestor had only been a Celestial Realm Sixth Stage Demonic Beast, so the score was not particularly high, though it was still decent.
Looking at the rankings again, he was actually only in the fifties. The people at the top of the list each had one thousand points, which meant that the moment they entered, every one of them had slain a terrifying Celestial Realm Seventh Stage expert.
Their scores were therefore ten times Ye Xiwen's.
With the Demon Lion Ancestor's miserable death, his descendants grew restless. Then, amid roars of beasts, they scattered like monkeys when the tree fell, fleeing in all directions.
Naturally, Ye Xiwen would not let them escape. Though these points were not worth much, something was still better than nothing.
Without the Demon Lion Ancestor, the other demon lions were no match for Ye Xiwen at all. They could not even hinder him.
By the time Ye Xiwen had slaughtered them all, he discovered that his score had reached two hundred and twenty-three points.
When he checked the rankings again, not only had he failed to advance, he had fallen several places instead, dropping straight out of the top sixty.
He could not help staring in stunned disbelief. What was this? He knew he had not wasted even a moment, yet he still could not keep up with these people's pace. There was even the danger of constantly falling behind.
Only then did Ye Xiwen realize that if he wanted to gain a large number of points, the key