บท 812: Harvest Points

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The loud sounds of weapons clashing were incredibly intense and frequent. They came from the plains that had only a few stars shining above it, and they spread far and wide. 

A light breeze blew past the area. 

The torches had already been reduced from its original seven to four. 

Outside the ever shifting battlefield were more than ten Mongolian cavaliers' corpses. They were swiftly swallowed by darkness. The remaining dozen Mongolian cavaliers could no longer stop Chen Kai's explosive attacks once Yu Yan held back a second group of Mongolian cavaliers. Wherever his sword light went to, at least one Mongolian cavalier will die. 

The system notifications telling him that he obtained points continued popping up. 

But all this was unable to satisfy Happy.