Everyone was aghast. All the Wang Family clansmen simultaneously drew their weapons and aimed them at Lin Qi.
Wang Ba stared at Lin Qi with an incredulous look. Both hands clutched desperately at the half of the Army-Slaying Axe's blade, blood streaming endlessly from his sliced palms. The Army-Slaying Axe had split open his chest, half a crescent-shaped blade protruding from his back. The massive axe had severed Wang Ba's windpipe and shattered his lungs, leaving him utterly unable to speak.
Immense power surged through Wang Ba's body. He did everything he could to mobilize his strength, trying to force the Army-Slaying Axe out of his body so he could swiftly mend his damaged flesh. But Lin Qi watched Wang Ba with a dark gaze and, without the slightest hesitation, infused a thread of origin power into the Army-Slaying Axe.
Distinct from all battle energy and magic power, yet seemingly encompassing the mysteries of every law, the origin power entered the Army-Slaying Axe—and the enormous axe came alive. Countless vivid, lifelike tiger heads poured from its blade, madly devouring Wang Ba's flesh and the energy within him.
It was as though a bottomless black hole had appeared inside Wang Ba's body. His towering frame abruptly shriveled by a layer, his skin withering, even the divine radiance in his eyes dimming. Wang Ba looked at Lin Qi in utter terror, gripping the Army-Slaying Axe with all his might as a series of "kekeke" sounds, produced by violently grinding muscles, kept issuing from his throat.
Wang Ba's gaze turned strange. It brimmed with incredulous doubt, all manner of misgivings, despair, and a trace of fear and pleading that perhaps even he himself had not noticed, but which Lin Qi saw with perfect clarity.
He was begging Lin Qi to spare his life,