God Thief slowly squatted down and although his actions were stiff, he still managed to barely bent over.
He stretched out his hand and lifted up the huge axe.
When the huge axe was on the ground, other than feeling those dried wrinkled fingers were slightly off, the others had no other feeling.
But at this moment when God Thief touched the huge axe….
They saw a ball of black rushing over towards God Thief's hand from those broken fingers from the long handle.
The entire huge axe was instantly encircled by the black qi.
"God Thief!" Ye Qing Luo frowned as she cried out sharply.
The feather fan in her hand speedily dispersed the black qi.
"Hold on." God Thief's voice was calm and peaceful.
Ye Qing Luo's actions took a halt.
Her brows creased as she looked towards God Thief in puzzlement.