Among the powerful, peerless statues in the Inner Devil Hall, Lei Dong had recognized two: the Asura King and the Yaksha King. He had recognized the Yaksha King first, since he had once seen his likeness in an illustrated record. The Yaksha who had just appeared out of thin air before them was unmistakably the king of the Yaksha Tribe, from his height and attire to the golden war fork in his hand. In this world, he was a being as mighty as a god. His imposing aura wasn't deliberately put on display, yet a mere glance at Lei Dong made his chest seize up, leaving him unable to breathe. His back was soaked, and he was terrified.
Lei Dong knew that before such an existence, he was as weak as an ant. He wouldn't have the slightest power to fight back. Tantai Bingyun was also frozen on the spot, never having imagined she would encounter the Yaksha King in this desolate wilderness on the border of the Yaksha Tribe's territorial waters.
Luck. Lei Dong knew his luck had always been average at best. To meet the Yaksha King in a place like this— even he couldn't tell whether his luck was good or bad. The odds of encountering the Yaksha King were terrifyingly low.
The Yaksha King's dark eyes, large as copper bells, swept lightly over the two of them. He said nothing, only quietly watching the distant vortex. There was even a hint of worry on his face. Yes, worry. Lei Dong didn't dare raise his head to look at him, but he could feel from the Yaksha King's aura that he was concerned about the terrifying vortex. Lei Dong felt a little relieved. It seemed these Yaksha and their king hadn't come for him. Their target was