This was a trap; Yamile walked into the enemy's trap. The pain was intense in his left arm; it was this part of his body that slammed hard into the wall of the house. While enduring the pain, he continued to observe his surroundings; in front of him was a woman with the demonic ability of Kalanak.

Yes, this is the power of the demon Kalanak. Her laughter was shrill and made anyone's ears hurt. Now Yamile really had to fight her alone without his sister.

"HIHIHIHIHI"

"Your ears hurt; sorry, I couldn't stop my laughter. HIHIHIHIHI!" the woman said.

"I'm sorry I have to kill you here; you're meddling in my business too much."

Suddenly the woman's hair turned solid and formed sharp thorns. Her next attack was so deadly, hundreds of sharp thorns shot at Yamile. While enduring the pain, he dodged and countered the attack by firing a gun.

The woman was able to dodge easily; the gunshot was so slow. Yamile now stood up straight, preparing to start the fight. He held the pistol tightly in his right hand and pointed the muzzle at the woman's head.

"Who are you?" asked Yamile.

"Me? HIHIHIHIHI!" The woman's laughter made Yamile's ears hurt.

"My name is Rana. Tonight you must die," she replied.

The woman flew straight at Yamile, so fast. Of course Yamile did not remain silent; he continued to shoot at her. Regrettably, she easily evaded his shots.

When the distance got closer, the woman named Rana prepared to kick Yamile with all her might. But this attack failed again; deftly, Yamile avoided it by jumping on him.

Because Rana's hair was so long, Yamile cleverly grabbed it and intended to pull it and slam it to the floor.

“Ah, my hair!” cried Rana in pain.

“But it's a lie!” he said quietly with a cynical smile. Her hair transformed into sharp thorns, piercing Yamile's hand instantly.

Yamile released his grip because he was in pain. His hand was stuck with a sharp thorn; Kalanak's strength was like a hedgehog defending against an enemy attack.

"HIHIHIHIHI! He's in pain, poor thing!" said Rana teasingly.

Yamile pulled out all the thorns stuck in his palm. It was so painful, and the pain seemed to radiate throughout the body.

"You are indeed a demon. You're the one responsible for people's unnatural deaths. You manipulated their suicides!" snapped Yamile.

“I see that you understand; I did indeed manipulate them to the point of such despair that they contemplated suicide,” he responded calmly.

"You realize that, right? That's why you have to die now," she said and immediately attacked Yamile with sharp thorns from her hair.

This house became a prepared battle area. There was no furniture; it was completely empty, so there was no place to take cover. Yamile could only run while continuing to look for an opening to attack back.

The woman's attack had stopped for a moment; this opportunity was not wasted by Yamile. He immediately launched a counterattack by firing his gun. Of course the woman could avoid it, but this shot was not meant to hit her.

Yamile then threw poisonous thorns at the woman as she dodged the gunshots. The woman's defense was wide open; immediately, Yamile ran and jumped to attack her with a knife.

Yamile's sudden arrival shocked Rana; her eyes could only bulge because it was difficult to avoid the attack. But humans who already have demonic powers are difficult to conquer.

Rana unleashed her power again, this time not the thorns in her hair, but a scream that was so painful to the ears. Even this scream was like a shockwave of electricity, instantly inflicting pain on Yamile and propelling him until he hit the wall.

"HIHIHIHIHI! That was close; you have the best fighting IQ," said Rana.

“So what do you want me to kill you with?” she said as she approached Yamile, who could no longer move. His body had reached its limit.

Rana prepared to attack again; this time she turned her hair into a spear, the tip so sharp and deadly.

“I'm sorry, Zhao, it seems you'll have to fight alone,” Yamile finally said as a faint smile played across his lips.

These few tense seconds felt very long to Yamile. He could even clearly see the movement of the spear-shaped hair that was hurtling toward him.

Suddenly, a ball the size of an adult's fist came through the window. The ball emitted thick black smoke that instantly filled the entire room; Yamile and Rana instantly inhaled it.

Yamile slowly lost consciousness, and so did Rana. Her attack failed; her hair was loose and not as sturdy as before. She could only stand staggered by continuing to cover her nose so as not to inhale too much of the gas.

Because the smoke was so thick, Rana could not see anything. She was unaware that another individual had infiltrated the house and launched a deadly attack on her. Zhao was the one who came to save his brother. He came wearing a special mask so as not to inhale the gas he was carrying.

He emerged from the smoke and stabbed Rana with his sword. “Die!” he said softly with a satisfied smile.

The tip of his sword pierced Rana's abdomen through to her back. Rana groaned in pain and vomited blood. Zhao quickly withdrew his sword, then kicked Rana so hard in the face that she bounced off and hit the wall behind her.

Zhao ran to the back to help Yamile. Yamile was already unconscious, her body full of wounds. “This is what happens when you pretend to attack alone,” Zhao said.

He quickly picked up his brother's body and moved away from the house. Zhao rushed back home so he could take care of his brother, who was badly injured.

This incident intensified Zhao's realization that he and his brother could not compete with the demon followers. Their power was too terrifying for ordinary humans. Therefore, for him to use demonic powers to face them was a must. Unfortunately he didn't have that power; only Yamile had it and could control it. That's what he believed all along!

After being unconscious for a long time, Yamile finally woke up. His confusion stemmed from the fact that he awoke in his room, where his body had received such excellent care. "Where am I, in my room? Who's taking care of me, is it Zhao?" he muttered.

Zhao came into the room from outside. “Yes, I'm the one who saved you and took care of you,” he said with an annoyed look on his face for being kept by his brother.

"How could you! I...," Yamile asked in surprise.

"I kept you. That's what you always say. I easily escaped to untie you— very easily," he replied angrily and full of arrogance.

"I've made some mung bean porridge that you like. Eat it while it's still warm so that your body will be healthy soon," Zhao said.

Yamile immediately accepted it, his eyes lighting up when he saw that the porridge topped with green balls looked so delicious. He ate the porridge with gusto.

“Taste my revenge, I can't wait for the surprise,” Zhao said with a satisfied smile as he watched his brother eat so heartily.