Gu Xing's calm voice echoed clearly in the deathly silent cave.
It reached the ears and hearts of every miner:
"The Demon Race is gone, you... are free."
This single sentence was like a drop of ice water hitting a boiling oil pot, instantly breaking the silence.
It also ignited the last spark of hope that had been almost drowned in despair in everyone's hearts!
After a brief moment of stupefaction...
"Fr...free?"
A frail middle-aged miner in the front row instinctively murmured the word.
His eyes were vacant, as if unable to comprehend the meaning of those two words.
Freedom?
This word felt so distant to them, as distant as an unrealistic dream.
He looked around in confusion.
On the high platform, the two Demons that loomed over them like nightmares had disappeared.
In every direction he could see, the Demon overseers and guards who whipped and killed them at will...
Now lay scattered on the ground like harvested straw, devoid of vitality, dead as could be!
