Faced with Wen Yan's relentless pressure, of course he would fight to the death. The worst outcome would be getting killed on the spot, which was still better than losing his intelligence. These wild demons always valued their Spiritual Intelligence more than their lives.
Wen Yan paid no attention to He Changfeng on the ground, who clearly still had some consciousness. Instead, he went to Xiao Wu's side, touched his forehead, and blessed him with Yang Energy. Looking at Xiao Wu, whose eyes were now dull and his expression somewhat dazed, Wen Yan spoke in a soft, comforting voice.
"With a soul that doesn't belong to you, you will never be able to create a soulful painting, nor will you ever mend your own soul. I think, from your perspective, if you could choose for yourself, you would certainly choose this way. Come on, I'll take you to paint."
Xiao Wu's eyes only showed a hint of focus upon hearing the word "paint," and he let Wen Yan lead him out of the room.
