2,304, 2,805, 3,000.
It had taken nearly half a month, but they had finally gathered the required amount.
Li Su could not help but let out a breath of relief. The Daluo Realm cultivators of the Primordial World truly could not be underestimated. In half a month, they had really killed quite a few.
Especially his brother-in-law's team—their total score had directly broken a thousand. They had repeatedly lured and slaughtered over a hundred at a time, and several times, even the avatar watching from the side could not help but feel his heart pound in terror.
After all, they had truly come within a hair's breadth—just a little closer, and the insects would have turned the tables and killed them instead.
Even so, those people still refused to learn their lesson. Their nerve only grew bigger and bigger.
They were born little experts at courting death: as long as they did not die from it, they would court death with all their might.
Their style made it clear that when they were young, every last one of them had been a gutsy, heaven-defying sort, the kind who had walked tightropes more than once.
No wonder they had reached the Daluo Realm while still seeming so young.
The other teams naturally fell far behind. Even the second-place team had only scored seven hundred points. Incidentally, its leader was named Li Kong, Li Chu's elder brother, and he was no peaceful sort either.
But compared with Xue Bugui, he was far more cautious, and his score was correspondingly lower.
The remaining teams had not performed badly either, with the lowest scoring more than six hundred points.
Over two hundred Daluo Realm cultivators, roughly fifteen teams, averaging seven hundred points each—meaning that in half a month, they had killed more than ten