After Qin An said those words, the atmosphere grew even more tense.
Anger showed on the faces of Yang Huan and the others. They were about to step forward and kill Liu Changfeng on the spot.
After all, Liu Changfeng had led this band of Betrayers in killing far too many Holdouts.
If not for them, so many Holdouts would not have died.
Nor would they have been forced to run themselves ragged until now, much less ended up in such a miserable state.
But before Yang Huan could act, Qin An shook his head slightly and stopped him.
"Don't act yet. He still has a use. It isn't time to kill him. Let him live a little longer; we can make him pay later."
Yang Huan looked at Qin An in confusion. "My lord, why not kill him now? He owes us a mountain of blood debts. Now is the time to collect. Only by killing him can we ease the hatred in our hearts and avenge the dead."
He could not understand what Qin An was thinking.
But he knew one thing: Qin An was the Savior. He must have his reasons.
So Yang Huan did not rush to kill Liu Changfeng. There was no chance of Liu Changfeng escaping now.
Whether they killed him sooner or later made no difference. They might as well hear what Qin An had to say.
After a moment's thought, Qin An turned his gaze on Liu Changfeng.
Liu Changfeng sat collapsed on the ground, his face full of fear. He dug both hands into the earth, trying to hold that fear down.
But the harder he tried to suppress it, the fiercer it grew, spreading like wildfire across the Grassland. He could not stop it.
The moment he saw Qin An