The beheaded Song Lun had no more chances. At this moment, only a trace of consciousness was left, flickering before death.
It was as if he saw the scenery beyond the Yang God.
The entire Tianxu seemed to have changed its appearance.
Until he saw the surging black flames before him and a headless, broken body, he realized he was dead, killed by the Qilin Demon Daoist of the Taoist Divine Palace.
Despite his desperate struggle, using all his strength, even disregarding the assault of the Heavenly Sword True Monarch, he still couldn't bring down this Qilin Demon True Monarch with him.
His consciousness was fading, simultaneously mocking himself.
Weak....
So very weak.
He hadn't even slain the Qilin Demon True Monarch. How could he hope to deal with Xiang Qianqiu?
Unfortunately, it's all too late.
At the moment of death, Song Lun actually just wanted to ask one question.
