That was a sickle, a massive sickle with a blade ten meters long. Held in the hands of Zhongli Wu, who stood barely ten meters tall, it looked somewhat disproportionate.
Zhongli Wu's martial soul was certainly not as simple as mere amplification and support. In itself, it also possessed formidable combat power—a power forged through the fusion of souls and flesh, further elevated by the mutation of his martial soul.
Limit Douluo Ye Xishui's martial soul, the Blood Soul Demonic Puppet, was already an immensely powerful entity. Yet Zhongli Wu's martial soul surpassed even his mother's Death God Demonic Puppet.
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