The Original Demon Lord spoke, raising one hand, and with a flash of black light from his palm, a black axe appeared out of thin air, as long as ten feet.
The black axe had an ancient and simple design, entirely jet-black, with no other patterns besides a few scarlet lines like blood grooves on the axe blade, which emitted a chilling black glow, as if it could devour all light.
Liu Ming's face changed; the aura emanating from the black axe was that of a powerful spirit treasure, and its might seemed even above that of the Demon-Destroying Whip.
The Demon Lord wielded the axe and casually struck towards Liu Ming.
Buzz!
The dark axe shadow flashed, transforming into a hundred-foot-long black streak, slicing through the void as if it were paper, revealing an exceptionally long black rift.
This slash seemed effortless, yet its overwhelming power struck terror in Liu Ming's heart!
