Yin Ren Wuzhao first looked at the long staff in his hand.
He knew very well where this long staff came from. It was a method of crafting living people into weapons—a process of seeking those with firm will, killing them on the spot, and making them into weapons. In a manner of speaking, the carpenter indeed died, but also continued to exist in his hand in another form.
Just like himself, transferring his consciousness to the weapon, endowing the once ordinary weapon with unimaginable power.
And in his hand, the power of this long staff remained. Yin Ren Wuzhao could even feel the carpenter's pain and sorrow from striking a dear friend—yet, the more the carpenter suffered, the stronger his will became, and the greater power the long staff would possess.
Just like now, the dried heart skewered on the staff had twisted into the shape of an axe blade, and not far away, the enemy's shoulder was already bleeding.
So, there lies the question.
"What are you supposed to be?"
