"I now free you." Yur walked among the slaves, swiping his double-edged sword casually. Heads fell and wails filled the crater, but Yur did not stop. His eyes remained calm, indifferent.
"No! Stop!" everyone cried, scrambling to escape—but how could they flee from Yur?
[Host should use current slaves for the plan!]
As he sliced through the scrambling groups, Zul suddenly interrupted him. I thought we would use cultivators for the plan? These slaves are much too weak.
[Although weak, they could be taken into the Bahirath. Those that survive will be strong and can be used in the plan!]
Hearing this, Yur rubbed his chin, deep in thought as he stared at the slaves struggling to break free. All of you, come back! Closing his eyes, he issued a sudden command to his demons. Nyz, how much longer?