About an hour passed.
The sun hung high in the sky, yet it still could not dispel the chill in the villagers' hearts.
Before Yue Ling, twenty-one people stood in neat rows, led by the village chief, without a word.
Every one of them gazed at the young man standing tall before them, hope in their eyes.
After all, the person before them was a Lord Soul Master.
As long as a Lord Soul Master was here, Windbell Village could still be saved, and they could all survive!
Yue Ling looked up at the crowd and found it was indeed as the village chief had said: there were more elderly people and fewer children.
They took the young and able-bodied men first. Once the men were gone, it was the women's turn, then the children's. Finally, once all the children had been taken away, it would be the turn of these elderly people.
Cruel. Far too cruel.
These Evil Soul Masters deserved to die...
Killing intent surged in Yue Ling's heart. He wished he could charge straight into the Evil Soul Masters' lair and slaughter them all.
But he could not, because he did not know where they were.
The enemy lurked in the shadows, while he stood in the light.
Before this,
he had also tried to get some information about the other accomplices out of the Evil Soul Master on the ground, only to find, after questioning him for ages, that the man would not give him the time of day.
Already furious and left with no other option, Yue Ling had simply finished off the dim-witted Evil Soul Master on the ground.
After a moment's thought, Yue Ling said to everyone, "Let's go. I'll take you somewhere safe. Once I've gotten you out, I'll come back to