"Twenty-first Uncle."
Just then, Song Luhuai cried out in alarm. Song Chang'an's expression tightened. He just remembered that Song Xianyun had taken a direct hit from the Great Demon. The situation was likely grim.
He forced himself up and limped toward the sound of the voice.
By then, quite a few Song Clan Members had already gathered there.
Song Chang'an pushed through the crowd and saw Song Xianyun lying on the ground, his face covered in blood. His right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, his chest was slightly caved in, and his aura was exceptionally faint.
If his chest hadn't still been faintly rising and falling, Chang'an would have thought Song Xianyun's soul had already returned to the heavens.
Song Luzhou placed his index and middle fingers on the man's wrist, and his expression immediately turned grave.
