Lin Feng spoke calmly, letting Qin Hu take care of the tens of thousands of Zerg corpses piled high in the valley.
Otherwise, in this scorching thirty-eight or thirty-nine-degree Celsius weather, the corpses would stink to high heaven within two days. The inherent, bizarre odor of the Zerg Race mixed with the foul stench of rot would be completely unbearable.
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Qin Hu was overjoyed.
He needed the corpses of Tier Two Tiger Spine Zergs far more than those of the Black Spine Zergs. After all, the Brain Marrow Fluid extracted from them was the primary material for genetic modification procedures.
Although the Southern Legion could hold the Capital's defensive line, that was the extent of their ability. Their overall strength was far from sufficient to conduct operations outside the city, so even when they killed large numbers of the Swarm, they had to take immense risks to bring the spoils back.
