The official road piled with heavy snow, the caravan of continuous wagons traveled in orderly lines.
They were advancing toward West Mountain Prefecture, a thick, putrid stench of decay assaulting the senses, bloodstains contaminating the frost-covered ground.
The cargo they were transporting was the gigantic corpses of demons, with fierce and grotesque appearances, and their deaths were so tragic they couldn't be described, as if they had undergone some kind of purgatorial torment while they were alive.
The moment the caravan entered West Mountain Prefecture, a wave of startled exclamations erupted within the vast Prefecture City.
Although the citizens of Shen Zhou are well-informed, under the protection of the Imperial Court, it was still rare for them to see such a frightening number of demons with their own eyes.
Before long, posters were issued from the Government Office and were plastered all over the streets and alleys.
