Yang Fan pounced like a starving tiger, swinging the wooden mace in his hand at Wei Juan's head and face.
He could no longer afford to care about the consequences.
Even though he was reluctant to strike a deadly blow at Wei Juan, he knew that it was imperative to do so at that moment.
If he hesitated, he wouldn't only fail to save Wei Juan herself, but he feared that Little Mother and the others would be dragged into this as well.
Bang bang bang.
The wooden mace struck Wei Juan's body, sounding like it was hitting a quilt, the noise it made didn't seem human at all.
Mr. Fan seemed to start putting real effort into it, Wei Juan's face was hideous as she rolled on the ground, hissing like a serpent and emitting bursts of piercing screams. She was even unable to retaliate against Yang Fan, who brutally beat her with the wooden mace in his hand.
Suddenly, a thick smoke emanated from Wei Juan's body, slowly coalescing into a human form.