Only in this way can it be ensured that it won't get shattered by Wen Wen or easily damaged.
As for destructive power... it doesn't need destructive power; it just needs to ensure it can extract the divine power from the enemy and reduce them to their original form.
Next cos the ti for true damage.
All the designs ultimately ensured that Wen Wen had no match when coming face to face with an adversary.
Moreover, Ji Jue added quite a few small designs in subsequent upgrades, such as the 'coating' on the spearhead ant to prevent the Holy God's true form from descending.
A poison targeted at chaotic faiths, and at the sa ti, a dicine to help restore sanity from chaos and loss of control.
It referenced the principle of Old Deng's Exorcism but went further, even integrating elents of the Dissociation Technique. Once the spiritual substance is injected, it can continually generate shockwaves. A mont's touch can find every fissure on the Spiritual Body and dissolve it from the inside out.
For ordinary people, it might just cause dizziness and shock, with insufficient lethality. But for the Holy God, who absorbs countless chaotic self-natures, no matter how much purification, what isn't yours can never truly be yours.
The foundation of Ascension is based on 'self,' and likewise, no matter how strong 'self' becos, it can never absorb other 'selves' for infinite growth; otherwise, everyone could just crowdsource souls to beco gods, so why bother with the trouble?
This is a targeted attempt and exclusive kill against the Holy God.
As long as it hits, through impact, it can peel off a large amount of non-self self-nature from the soul and thereby reduce the opponent to their original form!
But the problem is...
"Useless."
Ji Jue put down the gun and wiped his hands, telling Old Deng: "When facing the Shadow of the Holy God, Wen's weapon did indeed create a mont of chaos but did not cause any substantive consequence.
The effect was there, but not strong enough."
"..."
Bao Dacai fell silent, his expression gradually becoming grim.
This ant that there was an error in the premise of the plan.
The Holy God had absorbed so much self-nature and faith but hadn't used it on himself... so, what is he doing at this mont?
Where have all these self-natures and faiths gone?
What kind of state is he in now?
No one knows.
"The missing conditions and data are too few." Bao Dacai rubbed his nose: "Looks like we'll need to reconsider from the start."
He began to regret bringing bad news to the party.
With each bite, he found himself biting off more than he could chew.
And damn, he has to work overti!
Luckily, the overti didn't last long...
The door was knocked on once more.
Yu Shu.
"A lot of people have co from outside."
Yu Shu reported: "Ever since the Border Prison floated up, a large number of followers of Paradise have been advancing toward the rift, and many prisoners previously punished in the Border Prison wish to see you, Mr. Ji.
Their devout appearance doesn't seem to be fake."
"Then wouldn't absorbing them and dealing with them as appropriate solve the problem?" Ji Jue asked, puzzled: "Is there an issue?"
"Everything else is fine."
Yu Shu hesitated for a mont, then reported: "It's just that their request, sowhat..."
"Negotiating terms?"
Ji Jue laughed: "I am not as generous as the Holy God, and I have no Paradise gifts for them."
"No, they don't want any rewards, and instead, they want to offer all their assets to us."
Yu Shu fell silent for a mont, sighed silently: "They just heard about your legend and want to ask you for a favor."
Ji Jue was silent and looked over.
Listening.
"They, those people, want to ask you to kill them."
Yu Shu told him hesitantly, "They want to die."
Outside the workshop, amidst the roar of the lting Furnace, the sounds of prayers and pleas echoed, one wave after another.
The dense crowd was prostrate in the ashes, one empty and numb face after another rising and falling with the devotions, constantly praying, bowing to the devil.
More devout than to the gods.
Pleading for death.
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