The strong bodies of the male Beastmen moved nimbly through the fields.
With them joining in, one plump, round potato after another emerged from the soft soil, tracing arcs through the air before landing precisely in the bamboo baskets.
The potatoes were a size smaller than expected, but right now, they were racing against an impending downpour. They couldn't afford to be picky about size—they had to harvest as much as they could.
Fierce winds swept dark clouds, making them churn above the Golden Lion Tribe. The distant rumble of thunder made one's chest tremble.
Bai Wanwan dug deftly, occasionally looking up to check their progress.
To her relief, half the field of potatoes was cleared in the blink of an eye.
Whenever a bamboo basket was full, a male would immediately take over to carry it away. The whole process was incredibly smooth and efficient.
