A Tragic City

"Warriors from Subduing Demon City are here!"

"The Sacred Covenant is about to be fulfilled! Everyone, quick come out and receive them!"

Walking along the narrow underground streets of the city, Xia Fan and the others received an enthusiastic welcome, as if they were emperors. The Shimmer race was cheering, surrounding the trio as they echoed the slogan, 'Long live the Demon Slayer Legion!'.

"I don't get why they are so excited. It's been days since I last showered…" Traveling Buddha lowered his head and rubbed his armpits.

The three of them were a mess. Not only had they not washed for days, they were also giving off the stench of sea water and dead bodies. Even the clothes they were wearing were already in tatters, looking more like three beggars in ragged clothes.