"War God…" The Dragon God looked at the silent Xiu.
The voice of the Undead Lord issued a series of gloomy laughter.
Suddenly, Xiu reached out and grabbed the neck of the Undead Lord, lifting him up from the ground and pressing him against the wall.
A powerful hand cracked the wall behind the Undead Lord.
"This has nothing to do with me." Xiu calmly watched the twisted smile on Yaksha's face disappear bit by bit.
Xiu tightened his grip. If it were not for the fact that undeads did not need to breathe, Yaksha would have already stopped breathing. Even then, his throat was about to be broken.
The Undead Lord, who could easily defeat Taotie, was so powerless in the face of Xiu.
Those who were second would always be second.
"War God! Don't kill him…" Seeing that Xiu was about to strangle Yaksha to death, the Dragon God immediately shouted.
