The canyon by the river.
The heavy rain was lashing down on this world.
At the same time, it was also washing away the numerous corpses of the Dark Sun Degenerates and the Shepherds on the ground.
Originally, the Demon Hunting Squad hadn't been too convinced by Tuck's words.
Those Shepherds wandering near the Black River Valley were very cunning.
At the slightest stir, they would flee.
Their Demon Hunting Squad hadn't yielded much in the past few days.
How could they possibly appear in "extremely large numbers"?
But here in the canyon by the river.
In less than two hours, they had already taken down seven or eight waves, over three hundred Dark Sun Degenerates as well as seven or eight Shepherds.
Even if they couldn't believe it.
They had to admit.
That Steam Wizard, whose Level wasn't very high, just had a way to make those Shepherds and Dark Sun Degenerates run into this hopeless canyon themselves, delivering themselves right to their mouths.
