Next, Wang Wu didn't upgrade other demon techniques or demon pills anymore, although it was possible; with so many resources at hand, he indeed could indulge a bit.
But actually, his goal was very clear.
It was to refine his lifebound demon soldiers.
He wanted to sharpen his blade, he desired to taste blood.
He thought about indulging for a moment.
Or at the very least, he aimed to reclaim the petrified body of General Xuelang.
There's no time to wait.
And no logic could persuade or stop him.
If he couldn't achieve this, he would despise himself.
Taking out a sixth-grade sword, Wang Wu casually made a cut with his right front claw.
It seemed to be trembling.
But a celestial eighth-grade lifebound demon soldier is still not enough!
Qi blood tide surged, golden light emerged, and Wang Wu's right front claw rubbed out residual shadows.
In just ten seconds, he stopped, and the sixth-grade sword was already exhausted.
