2080: Yaksha (4)

Yaksha (4)

Yaksha was silent. The smile on his face melted quietly like the snow in spring. He did not dare to look into Shen Yanxiao's penetrating eyes, so he turned his head away.2

Shen Yanxiao sighed. "The reason why you feel resentful and aggrieved is because you think that the Lord God has abandoned you. Therefore, you act recklessly. You think that as long as you rebel with the Undead race, the Lord God will be forced out. Unfortunately… he has disappeared."

Yaksha remained silent, but his clenched fist hanging by his sides revealed his inner turmoil.

His silence confirmed Shen Yanxiao's guess.

Shen Yanxiao had already found the situation odd. Yaksha's strength should be about the same or even higher than the Dragon God, but when Xiu attacked, he did not resist at all. Under his twisted smile, there was even a trace of relief and expectation.

Xiu was very strong. Shen Yanxiao had seen the scene of Xiu beating up the Dragon God like a punching bag. The Dragon God had almost no room to fight back, but this did not mean that he could not put up a fight at all.

The moment Xiu attacked, Yaksha even removed the death energy around him, allowing the divine aura in the room to cause scars on his skin.

This was clearly a move to seek death.

His previous roars were merely to vent his indignation over the years and to stimulate Xiu to kill him.

Shen Yanxiao suddenly felt that Yaksha was like the Undead race, created by the Lord God and abandoned by him. He was like a child full of expectations that his parents would guide him to grow up, but in the blink of an eye, he found that not only did his parents abandon him, but they even wanted to kill him.

No one could accept such a difference.

"He shouldn't have lied to me." Yaksha squeezed these words out of his teeth. These short words completely revealed the sadness in his heart.

"I can be an undead, I can give up my identity as a god, but… but why did he abandon me? If he didn't want to accept the Undead race, why did he let me come here? Why did he give me hope and just left me with despair?" Yaksha's eyes were bloodshot as he punched the ground under him.

Blood flowed from his palm and sprinkled on the cold floor. Just like the trace of hope in his heart back then, it flowed out bit by bit, leaving only hatred and despair.

"The Lord God didn't give up on the Undead race… He didn't. Many times, many superior gods proposed to destroy the Undead race, but it was the Lord God who came forward to stop them, but the resurrection spell of the Undead race was just too evil!" The Dragon God looked at Yaksha with a complicated expression. He felt that Yaksha was both hateful and pitiful.

"Where on earth did the Lord God go?" Yaksha looked up and asked.

"I don't know… No one knows where he went." The Dragon God answered honestly. The disappearance of the Lord God was the greatest mystery in the world.

"I have only been a god for a short time, and I like to cause trouble. I am often beaten up by the War God. The Lord God told me that when he saw me like this, he missed a superior god named Yaksha. He did not abandon you. Although I don't know why he no longer contacted you, he always has a place for you in his heart." The Dragon God tried hard to speak for the Lord God. A large part of his knowledge of Yaksha came from the Lord God.

Yaksha was slightly stunned, and a trace of surprise appeared on his pale face.

He still remembered that when he was still in the God race, he often sparred with Di Xiu. Every time the Lord God saw him, he would laugh.

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