Forsake the Lesser Self, Fulfill the Greater Self

Han Wu's expression turned extremely grave.

He had seen quite a few grand scenes, yet he had never encountered such an absurd trait as the Demonic Blade's.

It was equivalent to raising the limit of damage it could withstand by a million times.

It was simply another kind of invincibility.

Just as Han Wu and the other two were at their wits' end, Commander Liu had already controlled the Demonic Blade's weapon spirit to charge at them.

The Demonic Blade's weapon spirit's massive body sent huge amounts of blood plasma flying with every movement.

The plasma rained down, dripping onto the ground with bursts of corrosive sizzling.

Han Wu continued controlling countless Little Locust Blades to stab toward the Demonic Blade's weapon spirit.

Thirty million Little Locust Blades pierced into it. Every bit of damage was divided into a million portions and distributed among each living sacrifice within the Demonic Blade's weapon spirit.

The damage dealt was equivalent to one person being bitten by mosquitoes thirty million times.

Though the number of bites was immense, they carried no destructive power at all.

Instead, the Little Locust Blades suffered severe corrosion from the plasma, and their durability rapidly declined in large numbers.

Han Wu was forced to recall the Little Locust Blades and think of another way.

Master Ou had also considered hurling out his Forging Hammer, which had accumulated a full charge of energy.

The result was naturally futile as well.

The fully charged Forging Hammer was immensely powerful. The force of a single strike was no weaker than an atomic bomb explosion.

Yet even an atomic bomb's devastating blast, once divided into one-millionth portions, dealt pitifully little damage.

As long as a single strike failed to destroy the Demonic Blade's weapon spirit, it would fully recover before the next