The battle axe wanted to retreat, but the sky-full branches were like poisonous dragons, sealing off all space.
They grew wildly, entangled the battle axe, and the spirit of the demonic beast on the battle axe struggled and roared frantically. Although it broke many branches, more and more branches wrapped around it.
These branches tightened around the battle axe, and those sharper than blades did not stop there, but instead stabbed towards the spirit of the demonic beast.
The spirit of the demonic beast was fused with the magical treasure using a special refining method. Although the form of life had changed, its essence of containing powerful energy had not transformed.
Countless branches pierced into the illusion of the demonic beast spirit, growing numerous red roots, frantically absorbing the spiritual power of the demonic beast spirit, while many bloodthirsty mouths sought gaps to ravage the illusion like starving ghosts.
