Duan Ling Tian returned to his senses after Wang Yi Yuan fell to the ground limply with his eyes open. Duan Ling Tian's gaze was complicated at this moment. Although he had lived for a thousand years and had experienced countless deaths, he still could not but feel helpless. He could not help but wonder if he could really escape from the Crimson Demon.
Before Wang Yi Yuan passed away, he had asked Duan Ling Tian to help his family in his clan.
'There's nothing I can do if I die here or end up being possessed by the Crimson Demon… Will I be able to help him?' Duan Ling Tian wondered inwardly. He felt that Wang Yi Yuan had overestimated his ability.
'Perhaps, it's just a way to attain peace before he passes…' Duan Ling Tian sighed inwardly as he raised his hand.