"Thank you, senior sister, I understand."
Yang Ji smiled.
Of course he knew Wang Zhiyong's worries, but Yang Ji didn't explain too much. Of course, a warrior from Little Zhou Tian couldn't deal with these black-skinned Rakshasa, but unfortunately, he was not a warrior from Little Zhou Tian.
With Wang Zhiyong's underworld lantern, the two of them walked side by side, and the evil spirits in the underworld were no longer fearful. Talking and laughing along the way, Yang Ji learned a lot from Wang Zhiyong.
But for some reason, there were hard and undulating black rocks everywhere along the way. Except for the first few times, Yang Ji never encountered an evil ghost, nightshasa, or rakshasa.
The evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas that we met in Wanfenling appeared in endless groups, but they seemed to have disappeared here.
"Hey!——"
Suddenly, a high-pitched scream, as loud as gold and stone, came from afar. In this empty land of the underworld, it seemed very ear-piercing.
"What's this?"
Yang Ji listened carefully and stopped. After entering the underworld, this was the first time he heard such a strange roar. And for some reason, Yang Ji also heard a shocking smell from the strange roar.
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"No! It's Feitian Yaksha!"
A panicked voice came from my ears.
"ah?!"
Yang Ji was stunned. Before he could react, Wang Zhiyuan grabbed his wrist and forcibly pulled him to a rock with steep terrain and lurked down.
"This voice doesn't seem to be Yaksha, does it?"
Yang Ji turned his head and looked at Wang Zhiyong with some confusion. He had killed many Yakshas in Wanfenling. The voice just now didn't sound like Yaksha's.
Moreover, does a Yaksha need to be so anxious? Can he be killed in a minute? (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!