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 some hide inside."
Without another word, Su Yue kicked open the Camp General's tent.
Holy crap.
You shameless 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 some 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.
