The azure sky was adorned with white drifting clouds, resembling a flawless natural painting. Staring at it for a while seemed to lift one's spirits.
The black ferocious Yaksha arrived, screaming hideously, like the filthiest stain that tainted everything with a rotten stench.
The Conquerors unleashed full firepower. The Yaksha hurled steel forks and lunged ferociously. From the first encounter, it erupted into the most brutal offensive.
Bingxu casually glanced at the surging swarm of Yaksha and then withdrew his gaze. His steps were steady and unhurried.
The Smiling Witch snapped her fingers and made a few simple gestures; her companions immediately understood the tactical objective.
A red-haired girl with twin ponytails drew a large handgun from the holster strapped to her thigh and pulled the trigger.
BANG! A red bullet pierced through a Yaksha, then exploded into dozens of orbs of light. These streaked in arcs, like meteors, slamming into the advancing swarm of Yaksha.
