C607 A Large Flock of Yakshas

Qin Chuan nodded his head seriously as the Curved Knife quickly cut towards the Yaksha Race.

"Puff puff puff!"

After three consecutive slashes, the Yaksha Race practitioner released a mournful howl. The wings on his back flapped, and since he was able to move soundlessly, there wasn't the slightest bit of sound.

He quickly rushed towards Qin Chuan