Yan Junze, who had been watching with great interest, felt a momentary relief from the itchy and painful sensation as the growth of black hair on his body had stopped; his attention had been diverted, and he had temporarily forgotten about the changes happening to his own body.
However, he soon shifted his focus to the living room and made a bitter face.
"It's over, the TV and the furniture are all done for!"
Yan Junze realized that while the two strangenesses were fighting fiercely, he had to crawl quickly from under the dining table.
As he crawled, the itchy and painful sensation returned, but he bore it and quickly slipped toward the door.
The rolling mist had reached the middle of the living room. Within a five-meter radius centered on this mass of fog, there was no furniture left intact.
Yan Junze couldn't care less by then; reaching the door, he gently twisted the handle, opened it, and darted out.