By the end, the shadow of the Golden Giant Axe had become as substantial as reality, surrounded by a dense myriad of twisting axe patterns around Ning Cheng. These axe patterns were fine but carried an intense killing intent. Low-level cultivators would be directly slaughtered if they touched or even came within range of the killing intent.
Ning Cheng had immersed himself in wielding the axe patterns, as if splashing ink in a painting, continuously splattering ink. The third stance of the Furious Axe, which originally consumed the most energy, now consumed the least of his True Yuan and Divine Sense when used by Ning Cheng.
The island was not large, and as Ning Cheng made his way through it, killing as he went, it soon drew the attention of everyone. Some soldiers from Jia Zhou quickly retreated to one side, following close behind Ning Cheng. Meanwhile, the troops gathered by Yang Honghou had already swelled to over a thousand men, and the number was still steadily increasing.
