None of the three knew what it was, so when they saw the Dark Axe taking shape, they all assumed it was an "axe" at first glance.
I kept pouring in Shamanic Rune Qi and said:
"This is a Dark Axe!"
"A Dark Axe?"
"What's a Dark Axe? Isn't it an axe?"
"..."
As we spoke, I looked beyond the barrier. About seven or eight meters away, the Nine Corpse Daoist and the middle-aged demonist both frowned when they saw the Dark Axe continuously forming in my hand.
They could hear us speaking, but they could not sense the aura inside the barrier.
"Nine Corpses, what is that thing in the kid's hand? It looks damn strange. You said he's a Building Guardian, but he feels just like us to me—a wicked cultivator?"
"Don't let him fool you. We've fought him several times, but I've never seen him use that thing.
"But Brother Luo, this kid is extremely strange. He has all kinds of wicked arts, so we must be on guard.
"You'd better strengthen the barrier. We absolutely cannot let him get out.
"Once the zombie horde drains their strength, we'll go in and reap the harvest!"
Having lost six of his corpses, the Nine Corpse Daoist had become much more cautious.
The middle-aged demonist nodded at those words.
"Alright!"
After speaking, the middle-aged man took out a small red flag and lightly tossed it into the air.
He formed hand seals, and the flag floated before him.
He chanted an incantation, though I could not make out the words.
However, the red threads linking the flag to the barrier visibly deepened in color.
The barrier also became much more stable...
At that moment, the Dark Axe had fully formed.
Powerful Shamanic Rune Qi rippled outward, but the evil