"Roar!"
"Roar roar..."
"Boom!"
"Rumble..."
The sound of rage filled the sky, the roar echoed like a tide, and a dozen massive Yaksha People troops were swarming towards this side, each troop numbering in the tens of thousands.
And at the forefront of these dozen troops, leading were the figures of two Yaksha Monarchs at the Fourteenth Stage, as well as over a dozen Yaksha Lords at the Thirteenth Stage...
The Yaksha People are inherently fierce, and the explosion of a star was so loud that the dozen Yaksha Lords and two Yaksha Monarchs were furious, now bringing their army to enact a massacre.
But soon, the anger and roaring that resounded from all directions abruptly ceased, instantly disappearing.
Because all the Yaksha People saw Little Miss and sensed her strength, especially the bloodline aura of the Yaksha Empress emanating from her body, made all the Yaksha People feel a clear suppression at the level of bloodline and soul.
"Roar!"
"Roar roar..."
