Those dwarves were skillfully cutting off the Magical Beast’s skin. Each time they made a cut, the Magical Beast would let out a hair-raising cry.

It was clearly in immense pain. The dwarves’ blades worked rapidly as they laughed sinisterly. 

Their movements weren’t sloppy in the least. It wasn’t long before all the Magical Beast’s skin was stripped off.

The dwarves pulled the pelt and examined it for something. They were speaking amongst themselves, seeming to be discussing something. 

They quickly left along with the pelt, leaving only a bloody Magical Beast behind that was still crying miserably.

Once the dwarves were gone, Xie Qianqian quietly said, “The reason they aren’t killing it is because they’re waiting for it to grow back its skin so they can skin it again.”

Long Chen’s heart shook. This was too vicious. Just skinning it once wasn’t enough?...