Li Yun dismissed the Abyssal War Deity, and his gaze shifted to the unfinished bridge pier outside. 'Time to kill Mo Lin and the others.'
His strength had fully returned, and the camp no longer posed much of a threat. Even so, Li Yun did not act right away. For ten days, he had been watching the construction, and the more he watched, the more suspicious he became. He had also picked up something from the demons' conversations.
This was not the only bridge pier. Many other Abyssal Demon camps, both large and small, were building identical structures, and the project clearly stretched across a vast part of Abyssal Demon territory. Whatever the Abyssal Demon Race was preparing, it was far bigger than a single encampment.
Li Yun narrowed his eyes. 'I need to find out what they're planning.'
If he killed everyone now and left, he might never learn the truth. He looked down at the broken Soul-Sealing Shackles and moved them back into place around his wrists and ankles.
