"Spare his life!" At this moment, Lu Qian's shout had just resounded. The Chaosheng Sect still had elite forces outside and guards inside. In such a situation, a living Zhang Shouchang serving as a hostage was actually more useful than a dead one.
But by the time he flew over, Gu Nishang casually said, "He's already dead."
Lu Qian stared at the deep hole in the rock wall, swept it with his divine sense, and sighed. Zhang Shouchang's corpse was incomplete, repeatedly battered, twisted like a pretzel.
This person who had dominated this area for a century was now dead, but there was still a mess that needed to be cleaned up.
Gu Nishang suddenly coughed, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, unable to maintain her transformation, the fiery light dissipating in an instant, reverting to her usual appearance. At this moment, her face was pale, and the burn mark on her neck was unbearable to look at.
