Yaksha was silent. The smile on his face melted quietly like the snow in spring. He did not dare to look into Shen Yanxiao's penetrating eyes, so he turned his head away.
Shen Yanxiao sighed. "The reason why you feel resentful and aggrieved is because you think that the Lord God has abandoned you. Therefore, you act recklessly. You think that as long as you rebel with the Undead race, the Lord God will be forced out. Unfortunately… he has disappeared."
Yaksha remained silent, but his clenched fist hanging by his sides revealed his inner turmoil.
His silence confirmed Shen Yanxiao's guess.
Shen Yanxiao had already found the situation odd. Yaksha's strength should be about the same or even higher than the Dragon God, but when Xiu attacked, he did not resist at all. Under his twisted smile, there was even a trace of relief and expectation.
