Zhen Nan Prefecture, in the long night of wind and snow, the outline of the large city was revealed under the snowy sky, full of deathly silence, ruin, and coldness.
The once vibrant lights of ten thousand homes were buried under months of wind and snow, sealing everything in ice.
In the southwest of the city, near the center of the Prefecture, a house was half-buried in snow as deep as a person, with snow pouring into the open door, covering the floor with snowflakes, overturned tables and chairs, broken bowls and chopsticks, and patches of black and red blood and flesh frozen on the floor, walls, and doorframe, seemingly freezing time at the evening of the Demon’s massacre in the city.
Outside, in the night accompanied by the howling wind and snow, terrifying screams echoed, like the cries of infants, the hoot of night owls, and the wails of Evil Ghosts, varied and terrifying.
Under the pale snowlight outside, sinister shadows occasionally flickered past.
At this moment, on the half-collapsed roof of this house,
The faint sound of footsteps on the snow could be heard, barely noticeable in the howling wind.
On the roof, little grains of snow trickled down through the gaps, softly pattering.
The sound quickly stopped above the roof, followed by the heavy breathing of a beast sniffing and a strong animal stench.
Something was on the roof!
The sniffing continued for a while before it seemed to find nothing, and the crunching footsteps faded away, leaving whatever was on the roof to depart.
The house returned to deathly silence again!
After a dozen breaths, in the pitch-black house, the creaking sound of a small wooden door, sharp enough to make one’s teeth ache, echoed, as a gust of wind blew open a crack in a cabinet door inside the house.
Soon, in the darkness of that crevice, an eye appeared, faintly glowing.
These eyes were full of caution, waiting for half a cup of tea time before finally opening the cabinet door and stepping out.
Behind this cabinet door was a hidden door, not easily found by someone unfamiliar with this house.
At this moment, a person stepped out, dressed in black attire, covered entirely in a dark greenish-black paint, even on the face.
This was a type of Five Spirits Fat made by grinding Demon Bones into powder, mixed with a precise amount of Demon Blood, specially designed to conceal human scent and disrupt Demon perception, typically used only by the Mountain-cutting Army.
After emerging, this person pressed a hand against their side, with crimson blood seeping from their fingertips. They furrowed their brows and pulled a small green bottle from their chest, using their mouth to remove the stopper, before releasing his other hand to uncover the wound.
The wound on this person’s waist was as large as a bowl, with a sharp black claw embedded and broken inside.
The person, without flinching, pulled the sharp claw out of the wound with bare hands.
The claw was curved with barbs, and the sound of tearing flesh was clearly audible, yet this person’s expression did not change, not even a muffled groan from their throat, as they removed the claw. Then, they poured yellow medicine powder from the small bottle onto the wound, which swiftly solidified under the yellow powder’s influence.
During this process, their eagle-like eyes scanned the surroundings, meticulously listening to the movements outside.
After finishing these actions, the person tore off a piece of cloth to simply bandage the wound. Unintentionally, a black Token hidden under his clothing was exposed on his waist.
At that moment, the black Token suddenly started to tremble, causing the person’s face to change drastically, realizing they had been deceived!
They drew a waist knife, a glimmer of cold light emerged in the darkness, illuminating the house. Simultaneously, their other hand flung downwards, releasing a golden light from their sleeve, which fell into their fingers, swiftly slapped onto their body.
Immediately, golden light flashed across their body, with golden brilliance flowing around them.
As they drew the sword, their spirit was on high alert, a pair of scarlet-green eyes reflected on the blade’s snow-white surface.
Their eyebrows twitched, a chill running through their spirit, and they slashed upward with the long knife in their hand.
A ray of white Sword Qi, several meters long, shot upward toward the roof.
With a "bang," a black claw as large as a millstone smashed through the roof and reached down.
The accumulated snow and tiles exploded, the black claw clashed with the Sword Qi, producing a "ding" sound.
The Sword Qi bounced away, flew sharply onto the cabinet where the person was hiding earlier, causing woodchips to fly.
The claw continued its descent, reaching for the Mountain-cutting Captain.
The person’s face changed color, horizontally holding the blade, striking upward.
The black claw landed, the golden light flashed over the person, illuminating a Golden Light Shield; the person was immediately pushed back by a tremendous recoil, losing control and being sent flying.
At the critical moment, the person reversed the blade and thrust it into the ground, "Hiss," drawing a line of fiery sparks before hitting the wall with a "pop."
The wall let out a muffled sound, with bricks caving in!
And the Golden Light Shield over the person shattered instantly.
"Heavenly Pass Demon!"
A bitter sweetness flooded the Mountain-cutting Captain’s mouth as he glanced forward, eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred.
His mission was incomplete, and the message wasn’t conveyed, ultimately losing by a step!
Where he stood earlier, a tall demonic shadow was coalescing amidst the falling tiles and snow, nearly breaking through the roof.