After that, Wang Wu did not continue upgrading his other Demonic Arts or Demon Cores. Though he could have—with so many resources in hand, he truly could indulge himself a little.
But his objective was crystal clear.
He wanted to temper his Destined Demonic Weapon.
He wanted to sharpen his blade. He wanted to taste blood.
He wanted to indulge himself.
Or, at the very least, he had to snatch back Snow Wolf General's petrified body.
There was no time left to wait.
Nor was there any reason capable of persuading him to stop.
If he could not even accomplish that, he would look down on himself.
Taking out a sixth-grade sword artifact, Wang Wu casually swiped it with his right foreclaw and carved a gash into it.
It seemed to be trembling.
But a Heavenly Eighth-Rank Destined Demonic Weapon was still not enough!
His surging blood and qi roared like a great tide, golden light flashing as Wang Wu's right foreclaw blurred into afterimages.
In barely ten seconds, he stopped. That sixth-grade sword artifact had already been completely exhausted.
This tempering speed was absolutely mad, absolutely brutal—but the price was equally enormous. Taking out the small cauldron and drinking three huge mouthfuls of spiritual liquid, Wang Wu immediately tempered another three sword artifacts in one go.
In less than two minutes, Wang Wu consumed three hundred thousand points of blood and qi, directly tempering his Heavenly Eighth-Rank Destined Demonic Weapon to Heavenly Seventh Grade—3000/3000. With 3,000 points of Spirit Gold Qi, a single claw strike dealt 9,000 damage. With a charged blow, anything within ten kilometers was his target!
And that was already Snow Wolf General's level. A proper third-grade peak Great Demon—if he went out, he would already count as a renowned Great Demon with a name to