The ones we just hunt to extinction are the lucky ones.
We put the ones we find cute when we “develop” their land into cages, and force them to breed despite being effectively extinct solely so we can gawk at them for our amusement.
We pump the ones we find delicious with laboratory hormones to make them freakishly obese, and cramp them in factory farms until they’re obese enough to kill.
As far as the rest of the natural world is concerned, we are the monster under the bed.
The living Earth will be fine, and has recovered from worse than us, even other runaway mutations from within that wreaked havoc, see the carboniferous period and the trees that couldn’t yet effectively decompose and release their carbon, doing the opposite of us, creating an ice age.
The Earth recovers, It just won’t recover on a timescale we can perceive.
There’s life that’s evolved to survive in acid pools, at depths we can’t touch, in crevices we can’t reach. We arrogantly fashion ourselves Gods of this world, but we couldn’t sterilize it if we wanted to.
We will be gone, sooner rather than later because of our actions, but the 3.8 billion year old living Earth will be fine with a negligible few million years of cleanup, and to paraphrase George Carlin, it will be like we never even existed at all, thank goodness for that.