The Cleanup Was Complete! The Foundation! The New Year Approached!

Boom.

A Fourth-Tier Ferocious Beast the size of a small mountain crashed heavily into the ruins.

The ground shook violently with it.

Lin Yuan withdrew his spear and let out a long breath of stale air.

The gale whipped against him, making his specially made armor rustle loudly.

He looked down over this devastated land.

This was the last country to request aid from Dragon Country.

Over the past few months,

Lin Yuan had led Dragon Country's martial artist forces like a sharp blade, brutally sweeping across the planet.

Wherever they went,

Third-Tier and Fourth-Tier Ferocious Beasts had been slaughtered clean.

At the edge of the horizon,

several armed transport planes slowly descended.

Their cabin doors opened wide.

Groups of Second-Tier and Third-Tier Dragon Country martial artists filed out in orderly succession.

Their movements were practiced enough to make one's heart ache.

Skinning, tendon removal, bone stripping.

The massive Ferocious Beast corpses were rapidly dismantled, sorted, and packed into refrigerated containers.

In the distance,

the country's supreme leader stood with a group of high-ranking officials, watching eagerly.

Their faces were plastered with ingratiating smiles.

There was the relief of surviving disaster in their expressions, mixed with undisguised heartache.

Those were all High-Tier Ferocious Beast corpses!

Even a few scraps would have been enough for them to cultivate several First-Order Martial Artists.

Unfortunately,

they did not dare keep even a drop of blood.

Not only that,

they had to offer up the most precious heavenly treasures and unusual ores from their storehouses in exchange for Dragon Country's protection.

"General Lin!"

A Fourth-Tier Dragon Country martial artist responsible for coordination strode over.

He gave a crisp military salute.

"This is the final batch of supplies. Everything has been loaded onto the planes."

Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

"Tell the brothers to wrap things