Yes.

The kind of beast selection from the Beast Selection Waist Bag.

A total of two.

The choice beasts, as big as elephants, have already been skinned and are hanging on the racks by the Yangxiang Race, possibly to make packages.

The skin of the choice beast possesses infinite elasticity and is indestructible, usually needing a special method for crafting.

In the Wetland, choice beasts are also the best materials for making packages.

Not far from the choice beast hide, more than twenty first-grade craftsmen are trembling.

They have already sensed the chaos outside the Garrison Camp, with wails everywhere, the air filled with the smell of blood, and even the head of a sixth-grade expedition general accidentally fell into the middle of this camp barrack.

It's practically a catastrophe as if the sky has fallen.

These craftsmen know the method to craft choice beast hides, but they are only craftsmen with no fighting ability at all.

Su Yue grinned ferociously.

He stomped his foot, and blades of energy crisscrossed.

Facing a group of unarmed, defenseless craftsmen, Su Yue, of course, slaughtered them all.

Not to mention these craftsmen, even children could not be spared. This is a lesson summarized by the Human Race with blood and life.

Not even a minute later.

The ground was already covered with corpses.

"Damn, how am I supposed to carry such large choice beast skins!"

"Huh, there's also beast-selecting sinew."

Not far from the choice beast hides, there was a wooden basin.

In the basin were two bloody tendons.

Beast-selecting sinew.

It's a very tough and elastic rope, but compared to the choice beast hides, its role isn't as significant.

Choice beast hides can be used to store things and are necessary for any race.

Beast-selecting sinew doesn't have much necessity.

"Hurry up and tidy up."

Su Yue finally found his worth.

He first pulled down the larger choice beast skin, then rolled it up like it was clothing, binding it with the beast-selecting sinew without care.

He roughly secured the other choice beast skin, turning it into a makeshift bundle.

"I have to move quickly, no time to waste."

Su Yue murmured, then frantically rushed towards the herb supply tent.

...

In the sky overhead.

Mu Jingliang stood with hands behind his back. His golden dragon formed an absolute domain in the air.

Not one of the eight Grandmasters could escape.

So far, Mu Jingliang had already beheaded three expedition generals, one of whom had fallen into the tent where Su Yue was taking the choice beast skins.

The remaining five Grandmasters were on the verge of madness.

Catastrophe.

This was simply the catastrophe of the Banner Garrison Camp.

On the ground, a Killing God was massacring without sparing anything, and in just a few minutes, three to four hundred corps commanders had lost their heads.

The Camp General could see clearly that the demon blade in that Killing God's hand was the very one that Hei Chen had taken away.

Despicable.

How could Hei Chen's demon blade end up in the hands of the Wuwen Race?

Why?

Also, Hei Chen, what exactly did you do with the Wuwen Race?

A plan ten years in the making.

Ultimately, only three Wuwen Race members arrived?

In these ten years, what exactly were you doing with the Wuwen Race?

Damn it!

All of you deserve to die,

"You Ninth-Grades of the Wuwen Race, what exactly did you do, how could you teleport to our Yangxiang Race, why."

The Seventh-Grade Camp General, covered in blood, roared hysterically.

He couldn't understand.

He just couldn't understand.

Most of the remaining expedition generals were also on their last legs, having been beaten nearly to death by Mu Jingliang.

"Hmph, you all deserve to die!"

Mu Jingliang's face remained unfazed, his expression that of a divine being descending.

Nonsense.

Even he didn't know what had happened, inexplicably being grabbed by Su Yue.

With a blink, he'd already arrived at the Yangxiang Race's Garrison Camp.

Why.

How would I know why.

I only know I have to kill you quickly, the Ninth-Grade Divine Envoy of the Yangxiang Race is coming over.

Indeed.

From a hundred miles away, not only the aura of a Ninth-Grade was approaching.

Within the Yangxiang Race, they had their own warning mechanisms. The Seventh-Grade had immediately reported the situation.

Hurry and kill!

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Mu Jingliang increased the intensity of his slaughter.

But his strength was ultimately suppressed to the eighth level, and though the opponent was a seventh grade, with the support of other sixth grades, it wasn't easy for Mu Jingliang to instantly kill.

On the ground, however, Wang Nanguo moved incredibly fast and was by far the most efficient.

Nearly a thousand corps commanders had already been taken down by him, seven-sevenths and eight-eighths complete.

It was like cutting grass.

Even Mu Jingliang was shocked.

Which corps was this major general from? He hadn't heard of such a figure before.

Very fierce.

Killing without recognizing kin, like a psychopath, that's what Divine Land needs—these ruthless people.

Boom!

Boom!

The golden dragon in the sky roared, eclipsing the sun and moon. With the violent collision among Grandmasters, shockwaves rolled down, causing the ground to shake, causing many camp barracks to collapse.

The first and second-grade Yangxiang Race members in the camp ran back and forth like headless chickens.

Within the Garrison Camp, it was the battlefield of the Grandmasters; going there was suicide for them.

The warriors of the Yangxiang Race weren't that afraid of death, but that was when facing warriors of the same level. Rushing to kill Grandmasters wasn't fearlessness; it was intentionally going to get killed.

Since they weren't foolish, preserving their own lives was prioritized.

Su Yue kicked open the door of the herb supply barrack.

Dragging the large bag formed by the gathered choice beast skins, he began to stuff it with herbs without saying a word.

Unfortunately, due to the special environment of the Wetland, they had probably refined them into pills earlier and distributed them to each Yangxiang Race member, so there weren't too many herbs in this scene, perhaps less than a hundred pounds, a drizzle.

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