The group entered Pan City.
On the wide bluestone road, pedestrians hurried about, with a high proportion of martial artists wielding knives and swords, exuding a scent of iron and blood, completely different from the past style.
The sound of street vendors' cries and the shouts of shop owners on both sides continuously echoed in their ears.
"Meat buns, demon pig meat buns, firm texture, replenishes Blood Qi, the only seller!"
"Clang! Liu Family's Ironworks, a century-old brand, one sword to break the demon's defense, two swords to send it to King Yama, clang!"
"Yicui Pavilion, let your weary body relax completely..."
The group from the Corpse-Driving Sect wore light and dark blue Daoist robes, clearly dressed as Daoists.
If it were before the demon invasion, they would surely attract many curious gazes.
Nowadays, with the war raging and cultivators frequently entering the city for aid, ordinary people are no longer surprised.
