A streak of silver light shot from Hundredrend God King's hand and seized the giant axe again, but the axe was currently under attack from the twelve small Dark Moon Stars in the sky.
The giant axe trembled continuously, as if a soul within it were roaring and howling, but Hundredrend God King found this perfectly normal.
Even divine artifacts could develop souls of their own, let alone a Saint Weapon. Over countless ages, it had surely developed spiritual consciousness.
Hundredrend God King even imagined that if he could rescue the giant axe from this formation, the spiritual consciousness within it would certainly be grateful for his help and readily acknowledge him as its master.
"Come here!" Hundredrend God King roared madly, using all his divine power to drag the giant axe, which was about to strike the ground, inch by inch toward himself.
A distance of one hundred meters, which in the past had not even been as far as one of his steps, now seemed like an insurmountable chasm, making it difficult for them to pull the axe over.
Watching the trembling giant axe through the crystal ball, Lu Yang sensed that something was wrong. He looked at Life Ancestor beside him and asked, "Is it possible that Weapon Lord isn't dead? Could his soul be inside that axe? If Hundredrend God King pulls the axe out, will Weapon Lord be resurrected?"
Void God King, Sword Spirit King, Malthus, and the others all felt a chill run through them. Void God King said, "That's entirely possible. If Weapon Lord could have been killed, why would three Saint-tier powerhouses have needed to create such a formation to trap him?"
Life Ancestor hesitated. That was Weapon Lord, after all—the son personally chosen by Mother Earth. Whatever conflicts had existed during