The eunuch, infuriated, suddenly saw someone flash down from above. One hand picked up his head while the other tore open his collar and ripped a chunk of flesh from his chest to shove the demon head onto his own chest. The flesh melded, twisted, and gnashed together, as if a gear was being forcibly crammed into a functioning mechanical device.
This was a warrior with a yellow beard, expressionless throughout the ordeal, clearly another demon, but he coldly said,
"Sixteen, shut up. Little Nineteen is on his way here. We need to leave now or it'll be too late."
Li Fan was stunned, and the eunuch quieted immediately, even showing a look of fear, quickly turning his head and burying it into the musculature of the yellow-bearded warrior, shrinking as if it were a giant pus-filled boil.
As the warrior turned to leave, Li Fan panicked and shouted,
"Wait! Sixteen? Little Nineteen? What are you talking about? I'm not dead yet! Let's fight again! Ling Guang Wan Hua!"
