Mo Yun stared at it and laughed.
"What useless trash. You were freed from your shackles. You could have fought, but you tried to run instead."
He clenched his hand, and the heart burst with a crack, blood running between his fingers.
"Humanity holds the richest lands of the Primordial Origin Continent." His expression turned cruel. "What a waste. One day, the Abyssal Demon Race will wipe all of you out. Humans will become livestock, and you'll exist only to serve us."
A calm voice spoke from behind him.
"I think you're thinking far too highly of yourself."
Mo Yun's laughter stopped, and he turned around. A young man in white robes stood not far away with the Profound Origin Sword in his hand.
Mo Yun stared at him and then laughed again.
