Trash Of The Sea Race

In the darkness of the spatial turbulence, the two King realm experts of the Yaksha race looked at Jun Moyu and Jun Feitian with mocking gazes.

"Don't worry, the battle will be over soon!"

At the same time, the other flood dragon also smiled.

Jun Moyu and Jun Feitian frowned when they saw this.

The two sides were evenly-matched, and had been in a deadlock for several years. Unless more King realm experts appeared, the situation would not change anytime soon.

"Haha! I'm sure you've already thought of it!"

"Very soon, the experts of my race will descend, and all of you here will die!"

The Yaksha's ugly face sported a cruel smile.

At this moment, a mysterious ripple suddenly appeared in the depths of the spatial turbulence. A powerful gust of wind blew past, and then the figure of an unfamiliar Yaksha King realm expert was revealed.

"Damn it!"

Jun Moyu and Jun Feitian's expressions changed when they saw this.