Chapter 1148 Torturing Yaksha (1/2)

Yaksha was furious. He only had one Crimson Fruit, as it was a treasure from a king spirit tree that could only provide one with each harvest. That harvest took one-hundred-thousand years to grow. He wouldn't be able to receive another one quite so easily.

But while Yaksha was angry, he was not in panic mode yet.

The Crimson Fruit may not have entered the door, but its appearance had still distracted Xiang Yin quite a bit. She looked to be at the end of her tether, and taking that last step seemed out of her reach.

Han Sen had been grievously injured, but he had come back alone. The super creatures were still on his trail, so it was something that was in Yaksha's favor.

And so, Yaksha decided to attack Han Sen. He thought it was about time Han Sen got a pummeling, and he very much wanted to see him writhing in agony when the posse of super creatures also caught up.

But all of a sudden, Han Sen blazed with a bright white light. His hair turned white and flowed down to his feet. His eyes turned as white as his gleaming, ivory armor.

Pat!

Han Sen clicked his fingers and turned the entire cavern into one coinstorm cloud. Coins manifested in the air and dropped from every inch of that place. The creatures that sought to catch up with Han Sen were immediately suppressed and brought to the ground.

Yaksha's body was pumping with pure, unbridled hatred and rage. He swung his lethal nails around to slice the coins.

But unlike before, Han Sen did not keenly evade Yaksha. All he did was raise the corner of his lips. In his ordinary form, Han Sen was too weak to block Yaksha's attacks; that's why he had to focus on evasion.

Now things were different. Although Yaksha's speed was still greater, super king spirit made Han Sen stronger.

What's more, between all that was going on, Yaksha's mind was screaming.

Pang!

Yaksha's nails were about to descend on Han Sen, but he did not move until they were about to skewer his eyeballs. And that move was to grab Yaksha by the waist and prevent him from being able to move.

”How?!” Green, pulsating veins scrawled over Yaksha's arms. Try as he might to resist, he could not move or free himself.

Han Sen's hands were like chains, tying up his waist.

”You are right; you are dead!” Han Sen said, just as his white light grew in intensity.

Han Sen's grip on Yaksha tightened, as the madman flailed in hopeless resistance.

Yaksha tried using his nails to slice Han Sen's belly. He was fast that not even light itself would have been able to dodge.

But Yaksha's failing was his anger, and how he screamed on the inside. Han Sen knew exactly what was going through his mind, and he knew what to do.

Pang!