In short, the flight was halted halfway through.

"Tsk... There's a demonic aura about it."

Wu Er muttered something under his breath.

"Sigh... there are still people online."

Then Wu Er sighed again with a gloomy face.

There's demonic energy here, that's understandable. This is the Northern Frontier, under the rule of the Demon Saint, so the presence of demonic energy is normal.

Having popularity is fine; there are always those who persevere and can survive even in places dominated by demons.

But if there's both demonic and human energy present, and they're so close together, then things are hard to say!

They're sworn enemies; what can they possibly do if they run into each other?

Could it be that we can sit down together for tea and get to know each other better?

This is definitely going to be a fight!

"Sigh... Forget it, these kinds of things happen everywhere, why should I care?"

Wu Er said he didn't care, but he flew towards that place anyway.

All right.

Perhaps this is the mysterious arrogance of immortals.

Although the flight was a bit slow, it didn't take long before we arrived at our destination.

As expected, things turned out exactly as Wu Er had predicted.

Blood was stained on the white snow, as if a few drops of red ink had been added to a white painting. These splashes of red ink overlapped one another, as if they had merged into a peony.

On either side of this peony painting stand two factions.

One group is human, the other is demon.

The two sides faced each other across a stretch of snow, and it seemed that a fight had just taken place, and they were now catching their breath and preparing for the next battle.

Wu Er frowned upon seeing this scene.

The ground was littered with the severed limbs of both humans and demons, the gushing blood, and the lifeless eyes of the corpses.

All the tragic scenes deeply affected Wu Er.

"Indeed, we should take care of this matter."