"I did not expect that upon meeting again, you would not only be able to see my true body, but that your strength would also be several times what it used to be."0

Driven back, the dark silhouette wavered and revealed its form.0

That face, once all too familiar to Qin Sang, told him who it was. It was the missing yaksha.0

Yet the voice that came from its mouth sounded unfamiliar, hoarse and low, each word forced out with effort, as if it had not spoken for a very long time.0

The yaksha had once possessed no independent consciousness. It had worn a blank expression and obeyed its master’s orders, every movement shrouded in bloodshed and slaughter.0

Now it had changed. Corpse qi still rolled from its body, marking it unmistakably a refined corpse, but its expression had become far more vivid. Black pupils turned slightly...0