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, it’s the Camp General’s tent, there might be so hide inside."
Without another word, Su Yue kicked open the Camp General’s tent.
Holy crap.
You shaless Seventh-Grade.
You’re actually hiding beauties in your gold chamber.
What a pity.
Su Yue really couldn’t appreciate the Yangxiang Race’s 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 so attention to detail.
Su Yue didn’t 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.
You’re a Seventh-Grade, yet as poor as pig slop.
Leaving the Camp General’s 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 ti to keep searching.
Two complete Beast Selection Hides could probably make dozens of Choice Beast Waist Bags, even if turned into the authorities, he’d get a decent share.
This batch of herbs could fetch quite a bit of money too.
The hides would earn him corresponding rits from the Divine Land.
That should do it.
Greed leads to nothing but trouble.
Ti was already tight, Su Yue really didn’t have ti 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 Lord’s order, even if the Banner Garrison Camp were slaughtered, they wouldn’t help.
Actually, even without tradition, the Camp General of the Tree Banner Garrison probably wouldn’t 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, he’d have no way to drag that Beast Selection Hide and run.
"Uncle Wang, co pack the heads."
By the ti 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 didn’t even dare to flee, so Wang Nanguo killed them with extre ease.
If the City Lord and Divine Envoy returned to find they had fled, they’d still be executed for desertion, maybe even tortured before death.
Moreover, there was nowhere to flee.
Other garrison camps wouldn’t take them, and fleeing to a Martial Artist’s 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-slling massive bag?
A bag that big, aren’t you tired?
"This is my big Beast Selection Bag, no ti, 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 rit?
The whole reason he fought so hard was to save Su Qingfeng.
These heads were potential gaprofits, how could they be wasted?
Thud, thud, thud!
Wang Nanguo was no fool, instantly grasping Su Yue’s intent.
The focus was already on beheading. Wang Nanguo swiftly moved, and like kicking a football, sent head after head of alien tribe mbers tumbling into Su Yue’s large bag.
And Su Yue rely needed to hold the bag open with his hands.
"Su Yue, we have no ti, let’s go quickly."
At this mont, 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 wouldn’t 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 General’s head to land perfectly in the Beast Selection Pocket.
Wang Nanguo also specifically targeted high-grade heads for his ga.
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 didn’t know was that it had already been stashed away by Su Yue long before.
"Damn it, there’s no ti, the main gate is about to shatter!"
Crack!
Crack!
The main gate in Su Yue’s palm had already started turning to ashes in so places.
"Su Yue, get up here imdiately."
Mu Jingliang’s 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 Jingliang’s 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 Jingliang’s side.
"What a pity, so many heads, not enough ti 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.
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