"Sasha..."
Silver Hand stood menacingly, his neck muscles twisting as if he were a fierce ghost, stretching the rope that was bound around it.
Simultaneous indescribable changes were happening throughout his body; it seemed as if his texture was changing, his cells dissolving into some other substance.
This time, it seemed like a transformation was happening!
"Damn it!"
Everyone's faces turned ashen; they collapsed to the ground, lacking the will to move.
On one hand, they were utterly exhausted; on the other, they had lost all hope.
Could this creature ever be killed?
Tired, just let destruction come swiftly.
All hope for life had been abandoned by everyone; it seemed an impossible feat for mere mortals like them.
But suddenly, Gao Xin leaped forward, desperately grabbing the giant axe.
He too was exhausted. The axe, weighing about forty to fifty kilograms, was too heavy to lift, so he dragged it along the ground.