The existence of this canyon was enough to prevent many magical creatures from the Rot Forest from reaching the outside world, while also allowing the Leyton lord to control this place more effectively.
As long as the sole entrance and exit was sealed off, the Rot Forest could be contained to the greatest extent possible.
Duke used the Dark Eye to survey the surroundings. After confirming that no one was hiding nearby, he stepped onto the yellow sand and reached the opposite bank at great speed.
When he looked back, he could see the dense Rot Forest, still as silent as it had always been.
But Duke did not relax. Now was the time to be even more cautious, because he was about to enter the native society of the Devourer Plane.
After making a large circuit through the jungle on this side, he arrived at a muddy road.
The road was broad but full of potholes, with many wheel tracks visible on it.
Those tracks were all fresh, indicating that people and merchant caravans passed through often.
Duke followed the road forward, and before long, he saw a small town in the distance—the Creekwood Town mentioned by the three hunters.
The town was lively at the moment. Voices filled the air as many merchants conducted trades in an open space.
The town was indeed not large. Wooden and stone houses were arranged in an orderly fashion around a relatively broad square, which was really just a patch of compacted earth.
At that moment, the square was packed with people and lined with many crude stalls. Merchants shouted in various accents, displaying furs, medicinal herbs, strange ores from the forest, as well as handicrafts and daily necessities transported from elsewhere.
The air was thick with the smell of sweat, the