How long had Qin Yan been on the battlefield? Less than two hours.
Yet he had already slain so many Fierce Beasts.
Among them, even Peak Sixth Grade and Late Sixth Grade Fierce Beasts had fallen by his hand.
As for the Mid Sixth Grade and lower Fierce Beasts, most of them had been killed by the blood-colored puppets.
Although the blood-colored puppets' strength had an upper limit—the same as his Body Refining Realm, namely Early Sixth Grade—
the blood-colored puppets were comparable to ordinary prodigies and could fight above their level. Slaying those Mid Sixth Grade Fierce Beasts with ease was no trouble for them.
However, they were still slightly inferior to Late Sixth Grade in strength. When they encountered Late Sixth Grade Fierce Beasts, he had to take action personally.
"Going by the way you're killing them, you'll definitely earn a great many Mystic Points this time."
Huang Jiuli said happily.
After all, the more Fierce Beasts Qin Yan killed, the more Mystic Points he would gain.
When the time came, their team's total contribution would be greater, and their chances of entering the top ten would rise as well!
"I'll take that as a good omen."
Qin Yan smiled, his gaze returning to the battlefield.
The distant hordes of Fierce Beasts continued to surge forward without end.
The battle continued.
He tightened his grip on the Mo Yuan Spirit Weapon and charged into the battlefield once more.
Behind him, Blood Chains danced through the air, with the army of Blood Puppets following close behind.
Before long, the entire morning had passed like this.
The sun rose in the east and climbed to the center of the sky. Its blazing rays shone down upon this land soaked in blood.
The city walls and the battlefield were covered in