Sikong Wuyuan stared blankly.
It was the first time he had seen monsters look so human.
Jiang Ming quickly arrived in front of Scarface and slashed his face.
"He deserves it."
He cursed and secretly took Scarface's dagger.
He was about to continue attacking, but his body could not control itself and fell.
His legs were numb, and his body was curled up.
For a moment, he did not know what was wrong with him.
This gave Scarface a chance. He felt intense pain and kicked Jiang Ming away.
Jiang Ming felt like he had been sent flying. He used the last of his strength to stand firm.
Sikong Wuyuan noticed Jiang Ming's condition and went forward with concern.
"Ning Caichen, what's wrong? There seems to be something wrong with you."
Jiang Ming touched his legs and looked calm.
"I can't feel my legs anymore. I'm probably poisoned."
"Scarface poisoned you?"
Sikong Wuyuan became nervous.