But those who survive must have some real skills.
The kid wasn't weak either.
But if they had to do it again, neither of them might survive.
Without revealing much of his abilities, Leonard Churchill didn't bother explaining.
The average hunters didn't have much of value on them. Leaving some behind counted as sharing spoils from the final blow on the Catastrophe.
After quickly gathering the spoils of war, he turned and entered the forest alone.
...
As Leonard walked away,
Elder Clinton heaved a long sigh of relief, "Ah, that guy finally left. With his murderous intent, if I'd dared to refuse him, I'm afraid we would have been in trouble."
The kid looked at Elder Clinton, not at all scared, and smoothed his lips, "Grandpa ~ He was powerful, but not that intimidating, right?"
