"You are so ugly. Do you even have the right to talk?"
West said coldly, staring in the direction of the evil Yaksha.
The evil Yaksha's eyes widened in anger.
West didn't care about it at all.
He summoned the hundreds of swords he had made.
The evil Yaksha indeed had many eyes, but he also had many long swords.
These swords were specially made by Albert for him before he went out.
"Even if you have so many swords, so what?" The evil Yaksha sneered, opened its eyes wide, and looked straight at West.
West didn't care about it at all.
With the ability to control the iron, he stabbed hundreds of swords towards the evil Yaksha.
There was a drawback of the evil Yaksha's eyes. Those with a strong spirit power could ignore his eyes.
As long as he didn't look at them, he wouldn't be petrified.
What's more, his eyes would be useless if they went blind.
West sneered.
The evil Yaksha stood still, waiting for everyone to fall into the net.