The biting cold wind, carrying countless snowflakes, relentlessly battered the windows of the military supply train. Due to the indoor temperature difference, a faint layer of white mist condensed on the glass.

Everything outside the window began to blur gradually.

The powerhouses of the Demon Phoenix clan, driven by intense curiosity about the Human race, repeatedly wiped the mist from the windows, continuing to gaze outside.

As they looked out, they clicked their tongues in wonder, their interest growing even stronger.