That's what they say, but this "Godslaying Spear" as a supposed trump card actually doesn't give Ling Xiao the ability to turn the tables in a desperate situation.

It might even be tough to use this thing to go down with the enemy.

Without other "sacrificial offerings," even if Ling Xiao drained himself completely, its lethality might not even kill a ghostly entity—a rough estimate from Sun Hang suggests it could at best take down a single terracotta soldier.

These soldiers, made from red crystal, aren't high in memetic strength. If pitted one-on-one against a ghost controlled by Zhong Ling, even the weakest ghost could easily overpower the soldier.

As for concentrating a large number of "live sacrifices" for "offering"... that's just Sun Hang's conception, but in practical terms, how to concentrate a large amount of life force onto Ling Xiao is an unsolvable problem to begin with.

Even putting ethics aside, there are still insurmountable technical limitations.

Given current conditions, the most promising method would be to rely on Sun Hang's ability to "make his wishes come true"... but doing so would mean Sun Hang would be the first to be drained.

Even if Sun Hang's mana bar were extended tenfold, the consumption would be unsustainable.

This thing may seem invincible, but it's actually useless.

It's like a chunk of uranium—able to make a nuclear bomb, a massive weapon, for modern humans, but for primitive humans, it's just a slightly unusual rock.

It can't even penetrate a sheet of A4 paper with its weak radiation.

"Can't I use it?" Ling Xiao asked.

"If you plan on using yourself as a one-time consumable, sure." Sun Hang said, "But the cost-effectiveness is too low, you'd sacrifice yourself just to take down one soldier. And such soldiers can be made as long as there's mud."

"..." Ling Xiao fell silent.

"You can keep it as a commemorative piece." Sun Hang thought for a moment, then added, "Never mind waiting for next time, I'll make you another tailored uncanny apparatus. What do you want this time?"

Ling Xiao's gaze moved to the long sword in the soldier's hand.

...

After another half hour, the heavy western long sword in the soldier's hand was recast into a short sword roughly the length of a forearm. However, in reading the sword's attributes, Sun Hang was a bit taken aback...

For some reason, the tailored uncanny apparatuses made for Ling Xiao always have some drawbacks, often of the type that harms the enemy a thousand and oneself eight hundred...

To activate this short sword's ability, it requires the bearer to smear their blood on the blade.

Compared to the Godslaying Spear which requires life force for lethality, it has a similar uncanny appeal.

"How about... we make another one?" Sun Hang looked at the short sword in his hand, feeling an impulse to melt it down.

"Let me try." Ling Xiao said.

"...Alright, smearing a bit of blood is better than outright-draining life force." Sun Hang tossed the short sword to Ling Xiao and snapped his fingers.

A tall soldier immediately started moving, walking in front of Ling Xiao.

This particular soldier was the largest among them, its steps caused slight tremors on the palace floor—its weight was about three or four regular soldiers combined.

Equipped only with a large shield over two meters high, it had no other armament—Sun Hang wasn't planning on making this soldier fight Ling Xiao; he merely needed it as a "damage test" dummy.

"Are you ready?" Sun Hang asked.

Ling Xiao nodded.

"Then go."

Ling Xiao gripped the blade of the short sword with his left hand, gently wiping it, causing the sharp blade to cut the skin on his palm, and immediately, crimson blood smeared onto the blade, absorbed right away.

Ling Xiao felt an indescribable power surge from within, and with a light push from his feet, he charged out at several times his usual speed, quickly moving behind the soldier and stabbing the short sword into its back.

"Is it self-fortification with a buff?" Sun Hang mumbled from his bone throne.

The short sword's specific ability wasn't explicitly marked; Sun Hang only knew that once smeared with the bearer's blood, it would activate, but what effects would ensue remained entirely unknown.

The tip of the short sword pierced through the soldier's back, but the soldier, being what it is, meant the area equivalent to a human's fatal spot was just like any other part of its body—to take this soldier down, besides smashing it, attacking the "conventional critical spots" like head, neck, and chest proved less effective than hitting the joints of its limbs.

The shield-bearing soldier awkwardly turned around, while Ling Xiao lifted his foot, forcefully kicking the soldier's back, wrenching the short sword free.

Realizing the issue, he quickly retreated to a distance, then once more smeared the blade with his left hand's palm.

"Again?" Sun Hang was stunned for a moment, did Ling Xiao think the buff enhancement wasn't enough and needed another layer?

But in the next second, Sun Hang understood Ling Xiao's idea.

After the second absorption of blood, the short sword didn't enhance Ling Xiao's physical attributes again, but instead, a green flame ignited around the blade—the flames enveloped the sword, extending the originally twenty-some centimeter blade to nearly a meter.