"Roar!"
"Boom..."
"Today, here, everyone... must die!!"
In the distance outside the manor, the Yaksha Monarch charged forward, towering nine zhang high, resembling a small mountain, surrounded by a mist of purple-golden blood energy, like a purple-golden comet shooting rapidly, creating an astonishing sight.
Behind him, dozens of Purple-Golden Yaksha People were clearly visible, but the strongest Yaksha Commander in this group had already been slain, and most of these Purple-Golden Yaksha were only at the Eleventh Stage.
Among them, although some were at the Twelfth Stage, there were only five, and the four Twelve-Star Ghost Gourds and their companions were enough to handle them...
Even before his figure arrived, the chilling words of the Yaksha Monarch echoed, his aura was so powerful it could be seen from a great distance, making hearts tremble.
