The Yaksha Heavenly King's green hair stood on end like the Nether Fire of Hell burning fiercely, a colossal energy fluctuation swept in all directions, shattering the extraterrestrial sky at that moment. The horrifying light emitting from his eyes was colder than the bitter winter in the twelfth lunar month.
One arm was shattered, another arm was severed, yet even so, he did not waver in the slightest. The chilling murderous intent in his eyes turned into tangible light, tearing apart the void.
"Roar..."
The roar shook the wilds, the sky trembled greatly, and Alien Kings of slightly weaker strength nearly fainted from the vibration. Several nearby Kings staggered as if they were about to fall.
The Yaksha Heavenly King did not retreat but advanced. His body erupted with a dazzling and brilliant green light, his bones crackled and snapped, flesh on his shoulders writhed, and in an instant, new arms grew out again.
