Meanwhile, the remaining Abyssal Demons were attacking Li Yun, and he shook his head.
"Rabble."
Mo Yun had been strong enough to make him use several serious methods, but the others were not. Sword Qi flashed as the nine thousand Abyssal Star Swords moved, and within a few breaths, silence returned. Every Abyssal Demon was dead.
Li Yun turned to the human captives. The Profound Origin Sword moved, and one set of shackles after another broke apart with a series of clangs. The prisoners stared at their wrists, and for a moment no one moved. Then their emotions burst out.
"We're free!"
"Thank you, young hero! Thank you!"
Several of them bowed, and some dropped to their knees. Their time as prisoners had been unbearable. Mo Yun had treated them as entertainment, and they had watched their companions tortured, or freed only to be killed.
