"AAAAAH!!!"
Some of the boys could not withstand such a horrifying scene. Their minds completely broke down, and they let out hysterical screams before fleeing madly down the mountain.
Those with slightly stronger wills were also vomiting violently until their bodies went limp, barely able to support themselves by pressing their backs against the trees.
Most of them had never actually fought demons before, so when faced with such a bloody scene, their reactions were not much different from those of ordinary people.
That was also why so many newcomers died on Fujikasane Mountain every year.
Besides lacking strength, a mind that was not tough enough was also a fatal weakness.
This year's Final Selection was far bloodier than usual.
That was because in the past, it had always been the humans who bled. But this year, more than half the demons on Fujikasane Mountain had already died beneath Chu Yang's blade.
No demon nearby dared remain hidden in the shadows to watch Chu Yang. They vaguely sensed that even amid battle, he could still occasionally glance toward their hiding places.
"I wonder where that little girl ran off to." Chu Yang let out a long breath, feeling somewhat tired. None of those demons had been his match, but cutting down demons for so long was tiring too.
"Forget it. If I can save her, then it's fate. If I can't, then perhaps it's simply her destiny." Chu Yang slung the Horse-Cutting Blade back over his shoulder, glanced at the young swordsmen who were too terrified to stand, then turned and left.
He felt that even if this group managed to walk out of Fujikasane Mountain alive, many of them would likely choose to give up and abandon the idea of joining the Demon Slayer Corps.
Nearly six hours had