After the group rested for two hours, they continued their journey towards the Southern Snow Kingdom.
Corpses, both humans and demons, laid all across the front of the Southern Snow Kingdom's border custom. The entire ground was tainted by blood. They could hardly imagine how fierce the battle was.
Some demon corpses were as big as a small hill, which made those who saw it shudder.
The city wall of the border custom had dozens of openings.
Zhou Xuanji and the rest flew over the border without anyone stopping them.
The scene along the way made their hearts grave.
Only the little black snake was still joyous. It looked left and right on Small Er's back greedily.
The ground was littered with food.
It could even occasionally see live demons looking for decaying flesh.
Such desolation.
Such bleakness.
The atmosphere was grim.
