Balian's face suddenly showed a strange smile, and then his wings behind him abruptly folded, enveloping Shen Sanjing's body within them.
Immediately, all the feathers on the wings pierced into Shen Sanjing's body like blades, riddling him with wounds, causing blood to gush uncontrollably from the injuries, dripping onto the ground forming a pool of blood.
"Ugh!"
Shen Sanjing stared at Balian in disbelief, his serpentine pupils gradually dissipating, returning to human shape.
Sun Yan could clearly feel the aura of that Chang Immortal on him was waning, which was enough to indicate that Shen Sanjing's life was nearing its end, even Chang Immortal could no longer remain on his body.
"No need to struggle anymore, your body is exceptionally compatible with mine. Using your body, I can at least live for a few hundred more years."
