Wei Yuan's gaze gradually moved upward, but that finger blocked all vision.
The young man never expected such an enemy to appear; initially, his face showed despair as he curled up in the corner. But the instant he saw the blood flowing from the fingertip, he suddenly went mad, lunging forward, first punching and kicking, then ferociously biting down!
With the bite, the young man's mouth was full of blood, teeth shattered, but only a stain of blood was left on the golden finger, not even breaking a bit of skin.
The young man had no other options left and finally crashed headlong into it!
Another sound like a watermelon breaking, the young man slowly slid down, collapsing in the pooling blood.
Wei Yuan's vision plunged into darkness, severing the connection with that mysterious world. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Undoubtedly, the boy bore Wei Yuan's face, not just resembling him, but being Wei Yuan, from some world beyond, or a moment from time.
