Feng Hen stared at the scene in disbelief, blood foam gushing from his mouth as he murmured, "Why?"
He could not understand it. Just moments ago, Ye Yu had wanted to save these people, yet in the blink of an eye, he had killed them without hesitation. Could humans truly be so fickle?
In truth, Feng Hen had been mistaken. The reason Ye Yu had turned back then was because he feared the jade bottle would fall into the Nine Nether Blood Spring, not because of the people.
Ye Yu truly did not care much about whether these people lived or died.
He put away the Purple Firmament Sword and glanced at the people hanging from the stone wall.
Everyone's expressions were rather unsightly now, and the way they looked at Ye Yu carried a little more fear.
Then, Ye Yu raised a hand and beckoned. A jade bottle floated out from one of them and landed in his hand.
Ye Yu opened the jade bottle and took a look. It was already one-third full. These people had not done nothing, after all.
After pondering for a while, Ye Yu raised his hand and sent out a streak of spiritual light, removing the restrictions on them. Then he said, "Leave first. It's dangerous here. I'll hold the rear."
Hearing this, the group felt as though they had been granted amnesty and hurriedly fled outside.
Ye Yu remained where he was, watching them leave. Through the puppet's senses, he had just detected that the previous Sword Qi had already broken through Feng Hen's aura. A large pack of Gale Wolves was approaching.
It would be better to let these people go out and serve as the vanguard.
Once everyone had left, Ye Yu turned his gaze toward the Nine Nether Blood