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Bai Xiuzhe's body still lay on the stone slab, the dragon blood flames charring the edges of his wounds, and a wisp of smoke rose up, quickly dispersed by the wind in the valley.

Lin Feng didn't look at it much.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on the far end of the valley.

The wolf tide hasn't subsided yet.

The ferocious vultures cleared out the first wave, but the terrain of Hundred Poison Valley is complex, with ravines and gullies. A large number of giant wolves were cut into several groups by the terrain and scattered throughout the valley.

The lingering effects of the pheromones were still present, and the bloodthirsty A-grade giant wolves were still charging around, with several already running towards this direction.

I counted them.

There are at least three or four hundred left.

Lin Feng looked up at the sky.

The Thunder Abyss Vulture was circling above the valley, its purple wings spread wide, its wingspan almost covering the entire rift valley.

It looked down at Lin Feng, waiting for instructions.

"massacre."

Two words.

The eagle's wings snapped shut, and its entire body plummeted from the sky.

The wind pressure blew up the loose stones on both sides of the valley wall.

Zhou Yuan subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face.

Purple arcs of lightning gathered between the wings of the ferocious vulture.

It wasn't the single-shot lightning ball of the past, but rather a wide-area bombardment released after the wings were spread.

Thunder Curtain.

A layer of purple light spread out from under the wings of the fierce vulture, covering an area of ​​more than two hundred meters.

The first wave has landed.

The seventy or eighty giant wolves charging in dense formation on the eastern side of the valley were simultaneously enveloped by the lightning curtain.

The purple light flashed for less than two seconds, and then seventy or eighty charred, smoking corpses appeared on the ground.

The griffin climbed higher. It turned.

The second wave.

More than a hundred giant wolves were hiding in the ravine on the west side of the valley. When they heard their companions scream, they turned to run away.

It's too late.

The eagle swooped down at a 45-degree angle, and the density of lightning arcs between its wings doubled compared to the first wave.

Purple light poured into the ravine, and the space between the two walls became a closed discharge channel.

Lightning bolts bounced back and forth in the ravines, even burning away the moss on the walls.

The giant wolf's howl lasted for less than five seconds before it stopped.

Lin Feng stood on high ground, watching the ferocious vulture sweep around in circles.

He was not idle.

A few giant wolves escaped from the area covered by the vultures and rushed toward the camp in twos and threes.

Lin Feng lifted his foot and walked over.

The first giant wolf to pounce was punched squarely on the forehead. The dull thud of bones cracking echoed as the wolf's legs gave way, and it collapsed to the ground.

The second one comes around from the side.

Lin Feng twisted his waist and swept his right elbow horizontally.

The elbow struck the giant wolf's ribs, sending the wolf flying and crashing into its companion. Both tumbled away, never to rise again.

The third head, the fourth head.

They didn't even take a gun.

Lin Feng used his fists and feet to take down the remaining giant wolves one by one.

ten minutes.

The entire Valley of Poisons fell silent.

The ground was littered with the corpses of giant wolves.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt fur and blood.

The eagle landed on the top of the valley wall, folded its wings, scratched its head with its claws, and yawned.

Raymond Lam clapped his hands.

"Go retrieve the magic core."

Zhou Yuan paused for a second, then jumped up.

"Get to work! Gather them all!"

Four Northern Expedition members, wielding swords, charged into the pile of corpses and crouched down to dig.

A-grade magic cores are worth several hundred points each.

When Zhou Yuan dug out the first one, his hands were shaking. It was a fist-sized, dark blue crystal with such a high concentration of spiritual energy that it was burning hot to the touch.

"We've made it!"

The teammate next to him who was the fastest at extracting magic cores had already taken out three, stuffed them into his waist bag, and pounced on the next corpse.

"Stop talking nonsense! Dig! This place is full of money!"

The four of them became scavengers, digging for magic cores faster than they could fight a war.

Someone's wallet was full, so they took off their coat and wrapped it up as a bundle.

Some people even chipped the blades of their gathering knives, then switched to a second one and continued digging.

Lin Feng was not involved.

He found a clean rock to sit on, slung his gun over his shoulder, and closed his eyes.

My mind sank to the backstage area as the perspective of the Iron Rhino shifted.

North back mountain.

Iron Rhino was carrying the corpse of a C-level Rock Armored Beast out of the crevice. The Rock Armored Beast's belly had been pierced through by the rhino's horn. Iron Rhino tossed the corpse aside, turned around, and crawled back inside.

Today, the rift spawned a new batch of monsters.

A C-grade two-headed lizard, a D-grade rampaging maned dog, and a half-B-grade blue-skinned python.

The iron rhinoceros will ram into anything it sees; if it encounters something hard, it will dig at it with its head, and if it encounters something soft, it will simply stomp on it.

The notifications about the increase in martial arts points flashed through Lin Feng's mind at lightning speed.

The Iron Rhino's output in just one morning was already quite considerable.

Adding to the recent sweep, the numbers on the system panel are jumping rapidly.

Lin Feng opened his eyes a crack and glanced at the total.

Current Martial Arts Points: 3830000

Three million eight hundred and thirty thousand.

He closed his eyes again.

Keep hanging.

......

Outside the restricted area.

Organizing Committee Square.

The leaderboard on the giant light screen was still updating in real time.

The Beijing team's points total stopped at 91200.

The numbers, which were rising steadily just half an hour ago, suddenly stopped.

In the VIP section, Bai Yong was the first to notice something amiss.

His gaze was fixed on the string of numbers at the back of the Beijing procession.

Thirty-one minutes passed, and the score remained unchanged.

Bai Xiuzhe's team consisted of four Martial Venerables plus himself. Based on their pace, they should gain at least three to five thousand points in half an hour.

There are only two possibilities for stagnation in points.

Either they're on their way and haven't fought any monsters yet.

Or...

Bai Yong stopped wearing his jade thumb ring.

He dared not think any further.

The butler leaned over and whispered, "Sir, we can't get in touch with Referee Li."

Bai Yong remained silent.

The butler added, "Young Master Xiuze's life indicator light has gone out."

A piece of the jade thumb ring in Bai Yong's hand snapped off with a crack.

He didn't say a word, and his face was expressionless, but the butler, who had been with him for forty years, knew that this calm was more dangerous than anger.

Just then.

Suddenly, a data update popped up on the giant light screen.

All eyes were drawn to it.

Northern Military Region Team.

Points: 1000 → 78600.

In just one second, it increased by 77,000.

The audience was silent at first, then erupted.

"What's going on?!"

"You must be mistaken. Seventy-eight thousand? In the North?"

"Wasn't it always been a thousand points? How come it suddenly..."

The points are still increasing.

78600, 81200, 85400.

With each jump, a group of people below stood up.

"They're collecting A-grade magic cores! They're handing in A-grade magic cores!" an insider shouted.

"How many? At this rate of increase, at least a hundred have been collected!"

"Hundreds of A-grade magic cores? How did those five people in the North get them?!"

The numbers are still jumping up.

91000. 96300.

It's over 100,000.

102400.

The Northern Military Region's points have officially surpassed those of the Beijing team.

The top spot has changed hands.

In the VIP section, Song Zhenkun's smile froze on his face. Just half a minute ago, he was telling the person next to him that the Northern Border was only there to make up the numbers.

The words are stuck in my throat, I can't get them out or back out.

Duan Hongyuan picked up his teacup and took a sip.

When he put down the cup, the corners of his mouth didn't consciously hide the smile.

Bai Yong sat three meters away, without saying a word.

The jade thumb ring in his hand shattered in two, and the fragments fell to the ground, but no one dared to pick them up.

On the leaderboard, the Northern Command's numbers are still jumping.

108000.

112500.

There's no sign of stopping.