Hu Xing, Li Qi wiped their mouths, all covered with sand and dirt.
Looking at Yang Xiaotian who had fallen to the ground, those two thousand Yaksha dared not approach for a moment.
Yang Xiaotian coldly surveyed the two thousand Yaksha.
"Kill him, avenge Lord Youxue and the others!" Suddenly, a Yaksha roared angrily with high voice.
The moment this Yaksha roared, a hundred treasure-grade swords immediately appeared behind Yang Xiaotian, fanning out like a peacock's tail.
The Sword Qi was chilling.
"Kill!"
The two thousand Yaksha, holding steel forks and large blades, rushed madly towards Yang Xiaotian.
However, before they could get close, a hundred of Yang Xiaotian's treasure-grade swords instantly flew out, blasting into the midst of the Yaksha.
In an instant, a hundred Yaksha were blown away.
As these Yaksha were blasted into the air, it could be seen that their heads had been neatly severed by the swords.