Only Alka remained in place.
"Aren't you going to harvest, brother? These furs are quite valuable, don't underestimate them. It's uncomfortable to have no gains after being exhausted for so long."
Putuo, who was skinning, looked at Alka standing there and said. Then he glanced at the monsters in front of him and silently closed his mouth.
The monsters around Alka were all burned to various kinds of charcoal. The fur, if it had skin, was already considered good, let alone the fur.
An awkward Putuo thought for a moment and said, "Although the most precious fur is gone, the teeth are also invaluable materials."
"Some mutated organs are still useful, it's just that sometimes I can't quite distinguish them."
Alka looked at the scorched surroundings and waved his hand.
"Forget it, forget it."
He found it too troublesome, and besides, he was quite rich already.
