As the bindings were undone, the sealed violent power was fully unleashed at this moment. The killing intent seemed to materialize, transforming into black and red steam, exuding, churning, and entwining on the surface of the Vengeful Saw Axe.
Bologue felt the increasingly scorching sensation in his palm, and at the same time, the straps unfurling from the axe handle wrapped layer upon layer around Bologue's arm, drilling into his bones and flesh, binding the two tightly together.
As Bologue tightened his grip on the Vengeful Saw Axe, the axe, which was gradually coming to life, also bit into Bologue, unable to be separated.
"You all..."
Olivia looked in shock at those who broke through the door. A century of solitude, a destroyed family, the betrayal of the Regent King… Under various factors, Olivia had almost lost hope in anyone and never expected aid from others.
But at this moment, reinforcements miraculously arrived, a few people, yet it seemed like an army of thousands.
