Bologue took a deep breath. Following his usual habits, whenever he obtained a new weapon, he would find a few unfortunate souls to test the weapon's strength and enhance mutual control.
But this time, the urgency and importance of the event forced Bologue to slightly break the expert's demeanor, turning this grave operation into a practical weapon test.
The effect was quite remarkable.
The Vengeful Saw Axe possessed a sinister allure; any flesh wounded by it had its blood drawn back into the axe blade, turning its blood-stained surface even more foul and filthy.
The bloodthirsty whispers emanated from the hand axe, and amidst them, Bologue faintly heard a heartbeat akin to war drums, and gradually, this heartbeat synchronized with Bologue's own, influencing him to feel intensely heated all over.
"What exactly are you?" Bologue wondered curiously in his heart.
