Beneath the pagoda, the six-winged Yaksha had long since exhausted most of his true essence, yet the resentment in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest. Instead, it had only grown stronger.
"Come in here, and I'll submit." The anger suddenly vanished from the Yaksha's blue-green eyes. Looking at Ye Jingcheng, he made an effort to soften his tone.
Ye Jingcheng could not help chuckling at the sight. He knew the Yaksha still had a little scheme in mind. His painstaking attempt at pretending was probably less convincing than those youngsters in the Ye Family who were barely over a hundred.
Yet he walked straight in anyway.
Sure enough, the Yaksha lunged at him, raking a claw across Ye Jingcheng's body.
The Yaksha's wings shimmered with dark spiritual light and bore special wing patterns, granting him an almost inconceivable speed. Ye Jingcheng reckoned that the sixth-stage Golden Falcon he had given the Lineage could only match that speed in a dive.
This Yaksha might even be faster—and his Golden Falcon had undergone an advancement.
Of course, fast though he was, his attack merely brought forth a layer of wooden armor on Ye Jingcheng's body. His claw could go no farther.
It was none other than the Blackwood Vine-Thorn Spirit Armor technique the Ye Family had obtained after killing the Ghost Venerable in the Light-Hanging Abyss.
He rarely used it outside, but using it within this Grotto-Heaven posed no problem.
The Yaksha could not break through his defenses at all. Seeing the teasing look in Ye Jingcheng's eyes, he grew even more furious.
"If I activated my Dharma Manifestation, you couldn't kill me even if you attacked for ten years," Ye Jingcheng continued.
Those words stabbed into his chest like a knife.
"In any case, I won't become your pill-testing