Two human faces that grew on Eryang's arm screamed together in agony, causing him to sweat profusely, yet he gritted his teeth tightly, refusing to make any sound.
Wang Yunxiao grabbed his arm and pulled him into the sunlight. The faces vanished into ash instantly upon exposure to the sunlight, but they left two fresh, bloody wounds on his arm.
Eryang finally could not hold back a low groan and fell backwards with his head thrown back.
After dealing with the danger on his brother's body, Wang Yunxiao then turned his attention toward the direction where the old man had just fled.
The old man lay on the ground, unconscious as well.
He had leaped like a grasshopper, jumping from the shadow of one street corner to another, his bizarre movements drawing the eyes of bystanders.
—This was the normal reaction of the Old Tianmen people.
The people of Old Tianmen had seen it all, who would scream and scatter like women? It must have been mostly the demon's deception.