The axe emitted a deep whooshing sound as it chopped down toward the Light Cocoon.
"Haha, an artifact in the midst of gestation is at its most vulnerable. Just smashing it will mean none of you will get it!" the Iron Bull Demon King laughed manically.
The other demons were all at some distance from the Iron Bull Demon King, and even if they wanted to intervene, they were unable to do anything but watch helplessly as he brought the axe down on the Light Cocoon.
Just then, an arm suddenly reached out from within the Light Cocoon, grabbed the blade, and blocked the Iron Bull Demon King's full-force strike.
"What's happening to me... what's going on?" Song Jian's eyes showed a hint of confusion. His memories seemed to have a brief lapse. He realized he was in a narrow space when suddenly, he felt a sense of impending danger, as if some threat was about to befall him.
