On both sides of the road leading to Snow City, there were all kinds of demon slayers sitting, and the end of the road could not be seen.
An old man with a weathered face had a rusty axe with only its sharp blade shining coldly beside him. The strong beastmen were carefully cleaning their crude battle armors, while the mages and cultivators were sitting on the ground, cultivating in their own ways.
The different levels of society that were originally impossible to work together had now come together to fight side by side because of the same goal.
This scene was extremely visually impactful, causing all the travelers who passed by to subconsciously speed up, trying to leave this oppressive area as soon as possible.
They didn't have a good impression of the demon Slayer Legion. In fact, they even felt some fear.
On the verdant grass, a young Demon Slayer stood up from the ground. After looking around for a moment, he held his stomach and ran towards a slope.