Ethan Smith flicked the Silk Binding Hand in his hand, his body passing between the two for an instant.
The flash of a blade, and the heads of those two overseers were already flying.
The fallen bodies splattered warm blood onto the ground.
"You all can go now; the supervisors outside are already dead."
Ethan said softly.
But what surprised him was that these more than two hundred people did not respond to him.
A few of them trembled, seeming a bit moved, but suddenly seemed to think of something frightening, and resumed their hammering at the mine.
Ethan sighed, unsure what kind of torture these people had endured.
They had abandoned all hope, and now perhaps their greatest expectation of life was for a quick death.
Ethan sighed again, picked up the little boy, and continued on his way.
Along the way, Ethan noticed that at fixed distances, there was a set contact point.
Moreover, each contact point had almost become a place for these beasts to vent their anger.
