Xue Zhao walked to Ye Qingchen's side and looked toward the side.
At this moment, Wu Chang was in a sorry state, his clothes tattered and torn, face smeared with blood and dirt, the sweat on his forehead mixed with blood, dripping to the ground.
His body twitched slightly, clearly suffering from severe injuries, his eyes lost the fierce light they once had, becoming dull and lifeless.
Xue Zhao calmly glanced at Wu Chang, then turned to Ye Qingchen and said, "Don't kill him yet, keep him. We have a big use for him, and I'm sure that the people behind him are more than just Xue Wei."
Ye Qingchen thought for a moment, remembering the Demonic Qi Wu Chang had driven into him earlier, and nodded in agreement.
"Killing him just like this would be too easy on him. Let's keep him for now."
When Wu Chang heard them say not to kill him, a flash of excitement appeared in his eyes.
