"How could that be?" Qin Tian stared at the score on the screen in disbelief.
To him, 2,500 points already seemed like the highest score in this round.
Robbing other people's points was not something no one else had done before.
But in their minds, after robbing a few rounds and gathering enough double points for a squad, they would basically stop.
They all understood the saying: if you often walk by the river, how could your shoes stay dry?
There was always someone stronger.
Who knew whether they might run into a tough opponent?
Even Qin Tian's, Huo Dongqing's, and Xiao Tingxuan's squads thought that way.
Who would be like Lin Mo and the others, capturing three squads, tying them up there, and robbing them nonstop?
They had never imagined such a situation.
"Mentor, it's our turn."
Before the others could finish exclaiming, Chen Jia, Liu Peipei, Xiao Ya, and Lin Mo, who had gone up together, each handed over their number tags.
Points were tallied one squad at a time.
"15,080... 15,188... 15,327... 15,888!"
Watching the numbers light up one after another on the screen, even the mentor was dumbfounded.
What kind of heaven-defying scores were these?
It would have been one thing if one person in a squad had absurdly high points.
But all five had such absurd scores? Was this some kind of joke?
How many Mutant Beasts had they killed?
In five days, over seventy thousand Level Three Exotic Beasts? Or more than thirty thousand Level Four Exotic Beasts?
Even if every beast they killed had been a Level Five Exotic Beast, they would still have had to kill over seven thousand of them.
What kind of international joke was this?
With that many Mutant Beasts, wouldn't it take dozens of squads fighting with all