Wang Cai let out a huge sigh of relief, having almost forgotten the Asura Battle Axe's special nature!
But why the hell could he pick it up?
"Heh!" At that moment, the Abomination King sneered again, then sat down with his back against the Asura Battle Axe, clearly having no intention of leaving anytime soon.
Something seemed to squirm within his massive body before Wang Cai's eyes, making its heart leap into its throat again. Was this bastard planning to wait here for Chu Han to show up?
Damn it! Then it needed to warn Chu Han as soon as possible!
Anxiety instantly flooded Wang Cai's heart. It had already figured out the Ghost Species's intentions. With the Asura Battle Axe here, Chu Han would definitely return. If he forcibly intercepted Chu Han here and used his own body to block the axe, then Chu Han would be walking into certain death if he appeared.
Without a weapon, he would also have to face a powerful Abomination King whose combat strength was unknown!
Gritting its teeth, Wang Cai fought off its exhaustion and continuously bombarded Chu Han through their mental connection. They were too far apart, beyond the range of communication. It could only pray that the instant Chu Han entered range, he would immediately receive the message it sent.
Second by second, time passed. Wang Cai curled its body into the smallest shape possible, hiding motionlessly in a corner. The Abomination King was remarkably patient as well, sitting there for an entire day without moving. Only the writhing tentacles bulging beneath his black robe continued to torment Wang Cai's senses.
Just as the scene seemed frozen for an entire day, at dusk before the sun had set, a rapid series of blood-spraying sounds suddenly rang out on the street,