Chapter 415 The King of Ox Demons strikes

It's a vast wilderness.

Wide, flat, desolate, and endless.

It is already evening, in the distance, the layers of mountains gradually hidden with the clouds after the mist, misty, enchanting, as if the depths of the dream.

Only the blood-like sunset, seems unwilling to leave this world, still in the dying struggle, but also let the whole world, was filled with a layer of very solemn solemn.

In the middle of the wilderness, by a small river, is a dominating campground.

A number of burly black men, armed with various hot and cold weapons, scanned the perimeter icily, grimly, as if waiting for some morsel to arrive.

Outside the camp, there were several intelligent warplanes lingering in the air, with all kinds of filming equipment, transmitting the scene around the camp to the network without reservation.

These black strong men, however, do not think the slightest, and even, there is no lack of people directly to the end to show off their muscle