After successfully killing the pack of Demon Beasts, the Beastmen split into two groups, spreading out as swiftly as a rushing tide.
One group used their sharp claws to clear away the spiderwebs, rescuing over a dozen unconscious and injured Beastmen who had been starved to the point of being nearly mummified. They hoisted the rescued onto their broad, powerful backs to take them back to the tribe for treatment.
CRUNCH! CRACK!
The other group squatted on the ground, using their thick palms to crush the skulls of the Demon Beasts.
They dug the blood-soaked Magic Beast Crystal Cores from the crushed skulls and stuffed them into the Beast Skin Bags they carried with them.
The Beast Skin Bags were stuffed to the brim with what looked to be over a hundred Crystal Cores.
Returning with a bountiful haul, the Beastmen's triumphant roars echoed across the land. Traces of exhilaration and ferocity remained on their blood-stained faces.
