"Remember the thing you promised me!"
After a roar in the dark room,
Lin Zhanlong's Qi and blood rapidly leaked out of his body, as if he had experienced thousands of years in an instant. His smooth and delicate youthful skin lost its luster, turning into wizened, tree bark-like skin.
At the end, one saw an elderly person with a downcast head, no longer with any trace of life.
Only a faint golden Core emerged from his Dantian, turning from illusory to solid, illuminating the dark space like a lamp.
A shadow stood in front of the corpse, waiting.
The next moment,
A blood-red rune, like a snake, flew out of Lin Zhanlong's body and directly drilled into the shadow's body without any chance to react.
"It seems it still doesn't work."
A slender and fair palm stretched out from the shadow, gently caught the Golden Core. With the faint light, one could see an expressionless, handsome young man.
It was none other than Yu Xian.
