On the distant snow peak, there lay a giant war axe, embedded in the vast white snow.
It was no longer an illusion but wholly pitch black.
The handle was probably a hundred meters long, and the axe head was exceedingly broad.
The length of the axe blade alone exceeded 60 meters, longer than half the handle.
Majestic and fierce!
However, its current state did not match its arrogant appearance.
The pitch black war axe appeared old and worn, with no trace of sharp cold gleam at the blade edge, lacking any grace that a divine artifact should possess.
"Nai~" Bai Yujing darted gracefully through strands of gray mist, away from the Twin Trees, nearing the snow peak.
His lively deer-like eyes meticulously examined the black war axe, only to spot a man clad in a black robe at the axe blade.
His face was blank, staring dazedly at the distant Twin Trees.
"Burning Sun." Bai Yujing called softly, instinctively picking up speed.
