In the blink of an eye, autumn passed and winter arrived.
The half-human tall, lush green grass was harvested by the stationed army before it could wither and was turned into fodder.
Perhaps it's the years of warfare and the nourishment from blood, but the vegetation in the Human-Demon Battlefield is unusually lush.
However, the region of the Human-Demon Battlefield has distinct seasons, and once winter arrives, the cold winds howl. Forget normal activities; even the patrol range of the patrol team shrinks.
Even with Spiritual Power protecting the body, flying swiftly in the high sky can still make a person shiver from the cold.
Especially with the arrival of heavy snow, the cold wind turns drops of water into ice.
Generally, come winter, whether it's the Demon Clan or the Human Demons, they become a bit lazier and more restrained.
The lush Human-Demon Battlefield turns into an endless expanse in winter, making surprise attacks rather difficult.
