Chapter 298 Crumbling Domain

With speed we never thought him to be capable of, he bolted! He should be dying already, I gasped. Bitterness and grudge flared effervescently in his eyes despite the foul aura that fueled his powers earlier now completely missing. Still, he looked no less murderous from before! And to make things worse, I spied a newly-cut wound on his wrist; he had slicked the Heirloom Axe with his blood again! But how long could he stand without the supply of power from his ghosts? I wondered. Without it, can this middle-aged man, now almost fifty, sustain any longer in battle?