"I don't know," Bologue first denied, then affirmed, "But no matter what, we have to try first, don't we?"
Olivia questioned, "Have you always been this optimistic?"
"Optimistic? I just stay practical," Bologue said, "Think when it's time to think, and empty your mind when it isn't."
He spun the Sword Axe, the Grudge Bite was still reliable, but the Vengeful Saw Axe was slowly devouring Bologue's arm. Bologue felt like Oken, with the weapon becoming part of his flesh and bone. Unless his arm was severed, he couldn't let go of the Vengeful Saw Axe.
"Even if we escape, where can we possibly run to now? Since this option of escape is meaningless, we can only fight forward with all our might."
Bologue blinked hard; under the influence of multiple forces, his spirit was exceptionally fatigued and dazed.
Thick black smoke permeated the sky, rising and spreading continuously, eventually forming a dense smokescreen that covered the entire sky.
