At that moment, a disciple suddenly stepped forward. "Brother Chu, what should we do with the Heavenly Palace remnant we captured alive? This valley is constantly devouring life force. He's manageable while we're inside the formation, but taking him deeper into the valley—or bringing him out afterward—will probably cost us quite a few life-restoring pills. He's nothing but dead weight."
Chu Zhao followed his gaze and saw two disciples dragging a bloodied, mangled figure out from a corner at the rear of the group.
It was an elderly Heavenly Palace Disciple. His hair was white, his clothes ragged, and his body was covered in wounds of varying depths. His aura was so weak that it resembled a candle flame flickering in the wind.
He was a Heavenly Palace remnant they had captured not long ago. At first, he had been stubborn, but after being tortured for several days, he revealed quite a bit of information about the Heavenly Palace remnants hiding within the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm.
They had managed to slaughter nearly all the Heavenly Palace remnants in the secret realm thanks to this man.
Chu Zhao glanced at the old disciple without the slightest trace of pity. "Since he's useless, kill him. No need to waste resources."
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
At the word "kill," the elderly Heavenly Palace Disciple seemed to lose the last of his strength. Yet his instinct to survive suddenly erupted, and he struggled to crawl upright, wailing hoarsely, "I'm still useful! I really am! Don't kill me!"
"Oh?" A flicker of amusement crossed Chu Zhao's eyes as he halted his raised hand. "Then tell me. What use are you?"
The old disciple panted heavily and hurriedly said, "Just now! While you were talking, the ground trembled faintly three or four times!