Goldie was on its toes, constantly rubbing its hands together.
It could almost see itself wreaking havoc with this axe, which looked like a meat grinder. It would swing it around, and in one, two, three strikes, all the monsters in its path would be cut to shreds.
At this thought, Goldie shivered with excitement.
The divine axe was vicious, but it could only unleash its strength in its master's hands.
A divine artifact without a master could only release ten percent of its full strength.
As the cage drew tighter and tighter, the divine axe had less and less space to move around. The power of its cuts also became weaker and weaker.
Upon seeing that the giant axe was nearly confined, a dignified voice shouted from the side, "Stop it! What are you doing to this little axe in broad daylight?"
After hearing this, not only did the Mutated Tribespeople turn around, but even the trapped axe froze.