In a daze, Lin Qingxuan seemed to hear Chen Lan's voice, his will urging him to slowly open his eyes, his blurry vision only able to make out a figure clad in a black robe.
"Lord Demon Emperor, I...seemed to have heard your voice." Lin Qingxuan murmured.
Was it an illusion? Or a hallucination before death.
"I came too late." Chen Lan spoke calmly, flicking his fingers, an energy drilled into Lin Qingxuan's body.
In an instant, Lin Qingxuan's body jolted violently, a terrifying and powerful force suddenly poured into him, his lifespan gradually increasing, his pale complexion turning rosy. He felt much better, slowly opening his eyes.
In his view, he saw a radiant man with white hair and a black robe smiling at him. The moment Lin Qingxuan saw this face, he froze, then his eyes widened in disbelief: "Lord Demon Emperor, is it really you?"
