Slanting Eye Mountain.
The last rays of the setting sun were gradually swallowed by the night, and the once brilliant golden sky slowly dimmed into darkness.
Like a weary old man, the sun slowly sank behind the cliffs, leaving behind silence and darkness.
Under the cold moonlight, Murata led a five-man squad toward the mountaintop.
From afar, the mountain resembled an eye hanging crookedly on the horizon, hence the name Slanting Eye Mountain.
One after another, ten Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen had gone missing in the mountains. Since there was also a village not far from the mountain, headquarters had directly dispatched two teams, ten people in total, to investigate.
If the presence of any of the Twelve Kizuki was discovered, a Pillar-class swordsman would come to provide support.
"Captain, I'm scared!" A new recruit who had only passed Final Selection this year spoke with trembling lips as he looked at the gloomy, dense forest around them.
Murata drew his sword and said confidently, "Don't be afraid. I'm very strong, you know. You heard about the last Final Selection, right?"
"A one-hundred-percent survival rate. Even Demons have to run when they see me."
He said this not only to reassure the newcomer, but also to encourage himself.
"Ahhhh!"
"Run! Run!"
At that moment, the once-silent forest was suddenly shattered by a burst of miserable screams. The sound was enough to make one's hair stand on end, as though it had come from the depths of hell.
Immediately afterward, tragic cries rose one after another from the other side of the forest, like Demons howling, sending chills down their spines.
Clearly, it was another investigation team like Murata's. They seemed to have already met with disaster.
The newcomer was so frightened that he immediately rushed into the forest. His brain could