The contribution department became rowdier and rowdier, almost like a frying pan.

The cultivators inside were shocked to see the corpses handed over from one half-demon, completely filling the square.

He didn’t have one arm and one leg, pointing at the pile and said: “Bro, I killed all of them, can you see how many points I can redeem?”

An armored soldier holding a steel pen was frozen for a bit. He swallowed his saliva and asked: “You really killed all of them?”

“Motherfucker, do you not see my missing arm and leg! Am I gonna fake that? This is my contribution to the human race, my glory!” The youth strongly retorted.

The soldier wiped the sweat off his forehead and quickly counted: “A total of 20 third-level...