In less than a minute, Su Yue was already stuffed inside the pocket.
A pocket as huge as an elephant dragged on the ground, making Su Yue seem as small as an ant.
And those herbs were just a drop in the bucket.
"Oh, itâs the Camp Generalâs tent, there might be some hide inside."
Without another word, Su Yue kicked open the Camp Generalâs tent.
Holy crap.
You shameless Seventh-Grade.
Youâre actually hiding beauties in your gold chamber.
What a pity.
Su Yue really couldnât appreciate the Yangxiang Raceâs aesthetics.
Their pinkish skin was the exact color of brain matter, and all were bald.
Kill them, just kill them.
Save my eyes from the pain.
Three First-Grades, two Second-Grades.
Su Yue handled them effortlessly.
This tent was decorated with some attention to detail.
Su Yue didnât look around carefully.
Anything that was a hide, he stuffed directly into the Beast Selection Pocket.
However, there was nothing else of value.
Su Yue cursed quietly.
Youâre a Seventh-Grade, yet as poor as pig slop.
Leaving the Camp Generalâs tent, Su Yue could feel the pressure from the edge of the sky.
Mu Jingliang was right.
It must be a Ninth-Grade from the Yangxiang Race coming soon.
No time to keep searching.
Two complete Beast Selection Hides could probably make dozens of Choice Beast Waist Bags, even if turned into the authorities, heâd get a decent share.
This batch of herbs could fetch quite a bit of money too.
The hides would earn him corresponding merits from the Divine Land.
That should do it.
Greed leads to nothing but trouble.
Time was already tight, Su Yue really didnât have time for a thorough search.
Actually, not far from the Banner Garrison Camp, there was another Garrison Camp of the Tree Banner.
The Tree Banner Garrison Camp also had a Seventh-Grade Camp General stationed, but this camp was fully geared and only preparing for defense, showing no signs of aiding the Banner Garrison Camp.
This was the tradition of the Yangxiang Race.
Without the City Lordâs order, even if the Banner Garrison Camp were slaughtered, they wouldnât help.
Actually, even without tradition, the Camp General of the Tree Banner Garrison probably wouldnât risk crossing Mu Jingliang.
As a Seventh-Grade, even if he joined the battle, he would just add one more head to the pile.
While Su Yue was running all over, he even saw the situation at the Tree Banner Garrison Camp.
He felt fortunate that they chose to watch from the sidelines.
If a Third-Grade from this garrison pursued him, heâd have no way to drag that Beast Selection Hide and run.
"Uncle Wang, come pack the heads."
By the time Su Yue ran back to find Wang Nanguo, the latter was already near the end of his killings.
The captains of Third-Grade and above didnât even dare to flee, so Wang Nanguo killed them with extreme ease.
If the City Lord and Divine Envoy returned to find they had fled, theyâd still be executed for desertion, maybe even tortured before death.
Moreover, there was nowhere to flee.
Other garrison camps wouldnât take them, and fleeing to a Martial Artistâs army camp would definitely lead to them being reported.
Thus, they were forced to grit their teeth and fight Wang Nanguo.
The result was Wang Nanguo had a field day.
"Su Yue, what are you carrying?"
Wang Nanguo, gasping for breath, wielded a scarlet demonic blade.
Where was Su Yue running around to, and what was the deal with the dirty, fishy-smelling massive bag?
A bag that big, arenât you tired?
"This is my big Beast Selection Bag, no time, the spoils are too few, we need to pack the heads in here and go back to claim credit."
Su Yue shouted anxiously.
Without the heads as proof, how would they trade for merit?
The whole reason he fought so hard was to save Su Qingfeng.
These heads were potential megaprofits, how could they be wasted?
Thud, thud, thud!
Wang Nanguo was no fool, instantly grasping Su Yueâs intent.
The focus was already on beheading. Wang Nanguo swiftly moved, and like kicking a football, sent head after head of alien tribe members tumbling into Su Yueâs large bag.
And Su Yue merely needed to hold the bag open with his hands.
"Su Yue, we have no time, letâs go quickly."
At this moment, Mu Jingliang shouted from the sky.
Rumble, rumble!
Finally, the last Seventh-Grade Camp General got his chest pierced through with one punch by Mu Jingliang.
Though not dead yet, he wouldnât live for more than three minutes.
This Camp General was a tough guy, realizing Mu Jingliang and his group wanted to leave, he tried to use self-destruction to suppress them.
Unfortunately.
He had no chance. With a flick of his sleeve, Mu Jingliang unleashed a colossal blade aura, causing the Generalâs head to land perfectly in the Beast Selection Pocket.
Wang Nanguo also specifically targeted high-grade heads for his game.
The heads of the Grandmasters slain by Mu Jingliang were all kicked into the Beast Selection Pocket, though Wang Nanguo regretted the disappearance of the first one.
What he didnât know was that it had already been stashed away by Su Yue long before.
"Damn it, thereâs no time, the main gate is about to shatter!"
Crack!
Crack!
The main gate in Su Yueâs palm had already started turning to ashes in some places.
"Su Yue, get up here immediately."
Mu Jingliangâs eyes flashed like lightning, gazing coldly into the distance.
They were coming.
Su Yue knew the seriousness of the situation; the earth was vast, but not more important than his own life. He no longer lingered for the heads, stomping the ground fiercely, he intended to use his withered step, leaping to Mu Jingliangâs side.
However, Su Yue thought in vain.
Wang Nanguo grabbed Su Yue by the neck, like holding a small chicken, and jumped straight to Mu Jingliangâs side.
"What a pity, so many heads, not enough time to gather them."
Su Yue, carrying an enormous Beast Selection Hide bundle, let out a sigh.
...
Rumble, rumble!
Rumble, rumble!
They were coming.
In the distant sky, massive black clouds suddenly appeared, swirling layer upon layer, like one ugly ghostly face after another, roaring in this world.