"What?"
"Zhou Ling's points have actually reached eighty thousand?"
"How is that possible?"
Inside a tent in Monday Immortal City, a young cultivator stared at the points Jade Slip in his hand, his face full of disbelief.
Hearing this, Yan Yu Tian, who was seated beside him and drinking Spirit Wine, made his wine bowl tremble slightly. Irritation surfaced in his eyes.
He drained the Spirit Wine in his bowl in one gulp, then took the points Jade Slip from the young cultivator's hand.
His expression immediately darkened.
Zhou Ling, who ranked first, had actually amassed a terrifying eighty thousand points.
One had to know that more than fifty thousand points had already been enough to drive people to despair.
Yet he had not given up. During this time, while the Star Sea Foreign Race had besieged Monday Immortal City, he had taken the opportunity to strike out and killed several Fourth-Tier Star Sea Foreign Race members in succession.
His points had surpassed ten thousand, overtaking Feng Lan, who had held second place.
Although he was still vastly behind Zhou Ling.
He had believed there was still a chance.
But now, he was completely despairing.
A gap of more than sixty thousand points meant that, if he wanted to catch up, he would have to kill more than sixty Fourth-Tier Star Sea Foreign Race members over the next half year.
He would practically need to kill one every three days.
He was not a Nascent Soul Cultivator. There was simply no way he could accomplish that.
What irritated him even more was that he could no longer hold onto second place and had once again been overtaken by Feng Lan.
"Could that kid have killed another Fifth-Tier Star Sea Foreign Race member?"
Another white-robed young man said with a stunned