Yaksha (5)

"So what? I am already an undead. I have brought the Undead race to stand on the same side as the devils. My hands are stained with the blood of gods. Nothing can go back." Yaksha leaned against the wall and laughed at his muddle-headedness.

He yearned for the God race, but he would never be accepted by them again. He had even become the target of hatred of many races, the lord of undeads…

"So what if they are undeads? I have never understood why the Lord God abandoned the Undead race, but I believe that as long as undeads no longer disobey the will of the dead and turn them into mindless puppets, the Undead race will become the most popular race." Shen Yanxiao looked at Yaksha. During this period of time in the Howling Abyss, she could clearly feel that undeads were not much different from other races.

They also had joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

They also yearned for light, hoping that they could be accepted by the gods.