Sheathing his sword, Yang Yu turned to leave.
"Get that eye treated quickly, or you'll risk losing your sight."
As Yang Yu left, Liu Chuan propped up his battered body with his warhammer:
"Why didn't you strike? Why spare my life?
You clearly have the strength...
Is it pity for me? Would you really have mercy on us?
...Sparing my life, you will surely regret today's actions."
Yang Yu slightly turned his face, glancing at Liu Chuan, who hadn't started healing and was still gripping his warhammer, ready to attack at any moment. He sneered:
"If you insist on seeking death, I won't stop you. If you dare to attack again, I will send you straight to Hell.
As for... pity?
Do I look like such a person to you?
Why spare your life? Perhaps I believe the power within you will eventually be useful.
You call us demons, but you haven't seen a real demon yet."
"So you say, as if you've seen a real demon yourself..."
