"Raaahhh..."
On this side, just as her figure steadied in the void, anger flashed across the Little Miss's face. She puffed out her cheeks and threw back her head, letting out a heaven-shaking Desolate Howl.
Though she was young, she was the second Yaksha Empress ever born in the history of the Starry Night Yaksha Tribe.
The ferocity and brutality of the Yaksha People needed no explanation. Don't be fooled by how the Little Miss was all obedient and adorable in front of Chen Tang and the small group of friends who had watched her grow up, even a bit stupidly cute…
When facing enemies—especially when enraged—the savagery in her was something ordinary people simply could not withstand. One glance was enough to make your courage crumble, your soul scatter.
Right now, she was in exactly that enraged state. The expression on her cute, pink little face had already turned ferocious. Before the echo of her Desolate Howl had even died away, she charged out again.
