C1348 Sickle of the Death God

"Roar!"

"Roar! Roar!"

Ten thousand meters away, the army of Yaksha was still in an uproar. From time to time, there would be a wild roar that sounded unsettled.

Although they were restless, they did not dare to advance forward. After all, the little girl had easily killed two golden Yaksha with one strike. The battle record of the ordinary Yaksha was clear to all