After the Ji Clan members left, no one stopped him anymore. Chu Xiu walked slowly to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's face was ashen, and the ground beneath him was soaked with blood. He opened his eyes weakly and looked at Chu Xiu, forcing a bitter smile, "Big brother, for the sake of my brother, spare my life, will you?"

"Just let me go like a fart!!"

Chu Xiu said nothing, continuously taking out formation flags from his storage ring and throwing them around, quickly setting up a temporary spatial lock formation.