Chapter 372: Kill or Flay, At Your Disposal

Yaksha might have had some immunity to Dark Thunder; it wasn't until the first ghastly green bolt struck him that he reacted. He desperately tried to dodge the rapid succession of Dark Thunder, all the while swinging his whip in his hand.

The Dark Thunder in his hand seemed to be some kind of Magic Artifact; any Dark Thunder that made contact with it would vanish without a trace. However, the key issue was that there were simply too many bolts in the sky. Although he frenetically wielded his whip to make some bolts disappear, most of them still struck him.

I just stood there with my arms crossed, watching Yaksha's performance. Seeing bolt after bolt strike him, I felt quite a bit of my anger dissipate.

At first, Yaksha was lively and full of energy, but as more bolts hit him, his movements gradually slowed. It looked like he was about to give in. After giving him a few more cold stares, I walked over to the Yin Soldier lying on the ground.