There was also the Ancient Spear. Made entirely of stone, it looked utterly unremarkable, yet once power was poured into it, it could easily cleave open a Half-Red Grave.
And that was not even its true power.
The spear contained a powerful deathly intent, along with a very faint trace of vitality. Jiang Chen, Tie Zhu, the Evil Self, and Uncle Wei studied it together and finally figured it out.
This spear was downright sinister.
With a single strike, death spread, stripping away all vitality and feeding it back to the wielder. With it in hand, the longer one fought, the fiercer and stronger one became!
This thing was almost beyond the ranks of Supreme Weapons.
There were some problems, however. When there were no enemies, it would continually drain the wielder's own vitality to sustain the eerie power within the spear.
According to Jiang Chen's tests, an ordinary person holding this thing would burn through their lifespan two and a half times as fast.
It was even more troublesome for him to hold it. First, his own lifespan would plummet. Then, once it reached a certain point, his curse would "kill" the Stone Spear, leaving him with neither life nor weapon.
The Evil Self already had the Black Iron Anvil.
Tie Zhu also said this thing was inauspicious and might affect the quality of its meat, so it had no interest in it whatsoever.
In the end, they could only pass it along to Uncle Wei as a favor.
But Jiang Chen had always lived by the principle of never taking a loss. Patting Uncle Wei on the shoulder, he said earnestly, "I do want to give this to you. With our friendship, a mere weapon that's almost beyond Supreme grade is nothing."
"But my son and my second