Pale fingernails pierced through the chest. The old man looked down at his front chest, and the one who suddenly wounded him was a hand with long fingernails.
In the old man's line of sight, Cain's figure appeared. It was indeed Cain who launched the surprise attack on him.
Taking advantage of the old man's moment of distraction, Ye Qiu quickly broke free and retreated a dozen meters away.
"Get out quickly," Ye Qiu said to Cain.
Even he was not a match for the old man, let alone Cain.
Cain tried to withdraw his arm, but no matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn't pull it back.
The old man's body was like a vortex, pulling him in, making it impossible for him to escape.
The old man's face shifted from anger to a smile, a display of extreme fury. Even from a distance, Ye Qiu could feel the old man's restrained anger.
"This is not good."
