Ten minutes later.
The hall was silent. Everyone was making their final preparations.
No one knew what they would encounter next.
But they all understood one thing: any of them could die at any moment from here on out. They had to do everything they could to stay alive a little longer.
Leaning against the wall, Huang Liang carefully carved his bullets.
He gingerly picked up a long, slender Spirit-Piercing Bullet covered in spiritual markings, then used a dagger to carve a cross-shaped groove into its tip.
This would destabilize the bullet in flight and greatly reduce its accuracy, causing it to tumble as it flew.
But in his eyes, that would actually make it more effective.
After attacking ghosts with Spirit-Piercing Bullets several times, he had discovered just how powerful they were. They could easily punch through even a ghost on Little Child Ghost's level, inflicting considerable damage on its spirit body.
But every shot went straight through. For ghosts with no weak points, wounds like those could heal in an instant.
Huang Liang had therefore realized that he did not need stability or hits to vital areas. What mattered most was making the Spirit-Piercing Bullets tumble as much as possible to ravage the spirit body.
Unfortunately, the spiritual markings on these bullets would not activate until they were fired. Otherwise, he had even considered using them as weapons, fighting with them like daggers.
After modifying his last six bullets, Huang Liang carefully loaded them into the magazine. Their actual effectiveness would have to be tested in combat.
He was in terrible shape. Even the Blood-Replenishing Pill Li Tianyang had shared with him had only barely restored his ability to move.
Beside him, Zhang Tie saw that he was weak even when trying to stand and hurried to support