On that day, Liu Village fell into a busy and bustling atmosphere.
The Swallowing Sky Sparrow was a Pureblood creature. Even after death, its flesh was still quite tough. Therefore, Lin Zhuang and others had to personally undertake the laborious task of bleeding and butchering this Pure Ancient Inheritance beast with their sharp blades.
The Swallowing Sky Sparrow, with its colossal stature of several hundred meters and mountain-like weight, even after some of its precious Beast Blood was lost from spillage mid-air, it still managed to fill ten big ceramic pots to the brim. Each pot was as tall as a full-grown man.
"Fantastic, truly fantastic." Old Man Lin jogged around the Pure Ancient Inheritance creature, laughing so much that his mouth almost couldn't close. Especially when he looked at the ceramic pots full of blood, his eyes were almost bulging out.