"I only have one head left."
Zhang Yuan looked at him faintly: "Do you think something's wrong with me?"
Qihuang: "..."
This question is indeed a bit inappropriate.
"Miss Tangtang..."
Zhang Yuan ignored him and just looked at Tangtang, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "Can you promise me something?"
"you say."
Tangtang was very sad. After all, Zhang Yuan was an old friend, and now he died trying to find information for her. Naturally, he had to offer some hospice care.
"As long as I can do it, I will definitely do it!"
"Waiting for the Lord to come back..."
Zhang Yuan's energy was like a thread, and most of his head had disappeared, but he still held on and said: "Tell him... Zhang Yuan... tried his best..."
"I will!"
Tangtang nodded heavily, his eye circles a little red.
"at last."
Zhang Yuan stressed the last trace of his demonic power and said angrily: "For the time being... don't return to Xuantian Sword..."
The words are not finished yet.
His last trace of breath has dissipated in the field, and together with the hundreds of millions of demons summoned by him, they also quietly dispersed like clouds of smoke.
They depend on the devil for their existence.
Now that the demon lord is gone, they have lost their foundation for survival and naturally cannot survive in the world anymore.
"Woooooooo..."
Suyuan Sword Spirit's sobs suddenly sounded: "He...he is so brave, so tragic..."
"well……"
Qihuang also sighed softly, with a melancholy look on his face, and even more regret in his heart.
"Strong man, go!"

Chapter completed!