With this question in mind, Zian Yi’s battle axe trembled and produced a black light that engulfed both halves of the black skeleton.
The axe had never done this but Zian Yi did not seem to care about what was happening at this moment. His mind was filled with thoughts of death and how inevitable it was no matter how powerful one became. In the end, everyone had to face their death on their own.
Money and power were of no use at this moment and all that mattered was the end.