Originally, Wu Ling had believed that killing intent, unless it was something like the Deathgod Domain, was harmless to him because he had Vitrification.
But now, it seemed he had underestimated the creatures of this world.
He had once asked Bibi Dong to unleash the Deathgod Domain on him. Based on Wu Ling's personal comparison, aside from not being a Domain, the sword's killing intent was already enough to rival the Deathgod Domain in how it intimidated enemies.
Wu Ling's mind was shaken by the sword's killing intent, but he did have Vitrification. And to prepare against enemies like this, he had deliberately endured the Deathgod Domain before. So before the sword could rush him, he recovered.
Clang.
Blade and sword collided again. Seeing Wu Ling recover so quickly, even the sword praised him again. "Good mental state. Again!"
With a doubled-hardness long blade, plus Rose's doubled Reinforcement Magecraft, the blade in Wu Ling's hand had already reached a hardness high enough to clash with the sword directly.
But the situation was still wrong. After another exchange, Wu Ling discovered a streak of red suddenly appearing on his blade.
"That is... the pattern on that sword. Why is it spreading onto my blade?"
The sword also noticed Wu Ling's divided attention. "Oh, so you noticed. Correct. I possess the ability to erode other weapons. Every collision I have with another weapon deepens that erosion. A weapon fully eroded by me can be controlled by me, and it can also be devoured to strengthen myself."
Even after learning the sword's ability, Wu Ling still had to keep using his long blade to clash against it under the enemy's powerful offense. Otherwise, he might be cut in two by the next strike.
"Are you sure it is wise to say all that out loud? Judging by your swordsmanship, you should have refined it on the battlefield, right? When fighting on a battlefield, do people really have time to chat?"
Wu Ling sounded relaxed, but in truth, the clash between man and sword had already formed an absolute zone. If a Soul Beast below ten thousand years or a Spirit Master below Spirit Leader rushed in recklessly, they would probably be cut into several pieces before they even understood what happened.
Even a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast or an ordinary Spirit Leader would be half-crippled in an instant if they entered carelessly.
The ringing collisions echoed through the underground stone chamber, and faint reverberations could be heard in the distance.
Although the man and sword seemed evenly matched right now, the sword was certain it had suppressed Wu Ling. After all, as a forty-thousand-year Soul Beast, and a unique sword Soul Beast at that, it possessed strength near a Spirit Daoist or even close to a Spirit King. Being matched by a Spirit Elite about to reach Spirit Meister was already shocking. If it could not even outlast this human in endurance, then it might as well break its own blade.
"Wonderful. This feeling. This satisfying clash and slaughter. I have not felt this in a very long time."
"In those days, I was forged from ten-thousand-year mystic stone beneath the Lake of Life. My edge could cut hair with a breath, and my body was nearly indestructible."
"Following my master, I cut down no fewer than several thousand people in my life. I destroyed no fewer than a thousand weapons. I bathed my sword body in their blood and wiped my edge with their souls."
"But after one war, my master fell in love with some woman. I do not understand things like human love. In short, many things happened. In the end, I pierced both my master's king and my master himself. Bathed in my master's blood, I gave birth to intelligence and became a Soul Beast. Finally, that lord brought me here."
Wu Ling secretly glanced at his shadow, then asked without flushing or panting, "What is the point of telling me all this? Are you saying there is another lord behind you and trying to make me surrender?"
"No, no, no. That lord is still sleeping. Unless you destroy this entire place, it will not wake. What I mean is that perhaps because I am a weapon Soul Beast, almost all my abilities are related to my experiences."
"My erosion ability comes from the weapons I shattered. Then tell me, what ability would the souls and blood aura of those I killed bring me?"
Wu Ling's eyes narrowed. A thick red-black mist surged out from the sword's body. He immediately threw away the long blade, which had already been more than half eroded, retreated into a corner, and focused his gaze.
"Do you know why this stone chamber was built so large? It is because of this skill."
"Blood as body, soul as spirit. Come forth, my Blood Army: Crimson!"
As red mist covered more than half the stone chamber, Wu Ling seemed to see many human-shaped things gradually condense inside it. The red mist was still spreading toward him.
"Sorry. The one-on-one part was a lie. The battlefield is cruel. Victory is everything!"
Listening to the voice from within the red mist, Wu Ling did not get angry. Instead, he laughed.
"Hahahaha, seriously. If only I had met you earlier. You really are exactly my type!"
As Wu Ling shouted, eight octahedral crystals shot out of his shadow. The eight crystals formed a square around him. Light flashed, and the red mist was blocked outside the square.
"Generally speaking, a Magecraft Workshop is fixed in place. But if one wants to make it mobile, that is not difficult either. The power of that sort of Workshop will be greatly reduced, and magi usually look down on it."
"But who am I? I am not one of those stiff-necked magi. And to avoid having the floor blown out from under me like a certain Director Kayneth, I completed a detachable portable Workshop!"
Spirit Power Furnaces, modification benches, Beast-Bone Soldiers, and several trap Magecraft formulas engraved on blueprints. In only a few seconds, a fortress rose from the ground.
"This is... a siege battle? I did not expect you to have this kind of ability. Then come!"
At the sword's command, one hundred blood-red humans with ordinary Spirit Elite-level Spirit Power charged toward Wu Ling with weapons in hand.
Wu Ling first condensed two doubled long blades and threw them to Rose. Then he controlled ten Spirit Meister-level dragon-bone soldiers to meet the charge. After that, his black Spirit Ring lit up, and eleven combat-type Hundred Personas Hassans with different body types appeared behind him.
Defense, attack, speed. As long as it was Reinforcement Magecraft, Wu Ling piled it onto them all at once. The clones, who originally had only Spirit Elite-level strength, were immediately raised to the Spirit Meister level. Wu Ling then ordered them to support the Beast-Bone Soldiers.
One hundred Spirit Elites versus twenty-one Spirit Meisters.
Wu Ling glanced at the situation. Seeing that they could keep the enemies outside the Workshop, he left part of his attention there and turned to reinforce the Workshop.
Using the special paper he had developed, he reprinted pre-engraved Magecraft formulas onto the Workshop. The process was as simple as printing.
When the Ghost Sword inside the red mist saw that one hundred Spirit Elites could not break through Wu Ling's defense, its sword body trembled. Another three hundred Spirit Elite blood soldiers and thirty Spirit Meister blood soldiers rushed out of the mist.
Wu Ling stopped what he was doing and took a cage made of bone out from his shadow. This was the bone cage specially developed to store Beast-Bone Soldiers.
The instant Wu Ling opened the cage, one hundred Spirit Elite-level, fifty Spirit Meister-level, and one Spirit Leader-level Beast-Bone Soldiers rushed out and met the blood soldiers head-on.