C215 People Who Shouldn't be Killed

Tang Chuxue's mind was extremely sharp, and she immediately grasped this opportunity. The seven-colored divine light broke through Han Lun's yellow spiritual light like a hot knife through butter and entered his head.

"Puff!"

Han Lun's eyes were unfocused as he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Done? Hmm? He's not dead yet? Haha, Tang Chuxue