"This silly kid even gave those races ganging up on him a big gift at the end..."
Ye Fei watched the little pink butterfly cast Healing Spell on Lu Heng over and over. Sitting nearby and reading the Human Race's Chat Channel, he suddenly laughed.
There were currently 710,000 Human Race Players left in this world. Most had either never participated in the Human Race Faction's battles or had withdrawn midway.
On the Human Race's Race War Battle Points leaderboard, the names of the dead disappeared, as did those who abandoned the faction midway. There were currently 271 names remaining.
When a faction's player count fell below 300, that faction lost and exited the free-for-all.
Meanwhile, Lu Heng's ranking had suddenly soared from somewhere in the dozens to first place.
He had killed six gods with one strike. Although they were very low-level Race Gods, the contribution points awarded upon their deaths were still absurdly high.
After all, almost none of the players fighting for the Human Race Faction had reached a million in combat power.
Those low-level Race Gods, however, had at least a million in combat power, and they all liked to move together with the warriors of their races.
"That Xu Ming really is good at hiding. Ever since his strength was weakened last time, he's been hiding all this time, and he's still holding third place on the leaderboard."
Jun Mo leaned against his Big Cat, looking at the Human Race Faction's leaderboard.
The frozen data made it easier for everyone to see. They could check how each name on it had earned their Battle Points.
"What else could he do but hide? You have to survive first before you can consider the future. Once, he might really have only wanted the Human Race to live