Each time we plunged into the abyss, it was for approximately 5 to 10 minutes, with rest intervals exceeding 20 minutes.
Clearly, such prolonged breath-holding sprints placed a significant burden on Bloer's body.
In the next two attempts, Bloer managed to collect only five fingernail-sized pieces of black meteorite gold.
At this point, Mu Fan realized that gathering was not as simple as it seemed, and the first time was merely luck.
"Alright, Bloer, take off the ropes. Our harvest is enough for today."
This time, Bloer did not argue, and after landing, he lay down on the bare ground, panting heavily and nodding with difficulty.
His stamina had also reached its limits.
"Rest well, when we return, the tribe will send your family six months' worth of rations."
Alva patted Bloer on the shoulder, and upon hearing this, Bloer's face lit up instantly with joy. He was so excited that he wanted to express that it was too much, but Alva firmly pressed him back.
