In a spacious tent, Zheng Yichen took out a portion of the items from his built-in space. Because of the overwhelming number of hunts and the high biomass of this world, the Essence of Life he had expended had fully recovered.
Now, Zheng Yichen's situation was such that if an enemy could not inflict substantial, continuous, severe damage on him, he would emerge from a fight as if nothing had happened. Once he left the combat area, no one could tell he had been in a battle.
"…You outsiders always have magical means." Looking at the filled-up tent, Chi Liao suddenly felt that the tent was a bit too small.
Seeing those spoils of war, he even thought there was no need to send tribesmen to investigate the marked spots on the map anymore. Looking at these skins, claws, horns, and the like—the essentials for the Wild Ancient natives to settle and establish themselves—it couldn't be that after Zheng Yichen's visit, they had amiably offered these items to him?