Wei Shan was gripping a severed arm of the Sneering Angel in one hand, grinding it with incredible precision. In the end, he honed it into a sharp hook, and when fingers broke during the process, he turned them into sharp daggers.
After crafting more than a dozen oddly-shaped weapons, Wei Shan bundled the remaining severed arms and slung them over his back, then handed a few to Lin Yi: "Take some, I'll take some. If we can avoid them, we will. If not, we'll tackle them head-on."
"Anything that shows a physical form can be killed. If it can't be killed, our firepower isn't enough."
"Our fear strengthens their powers, but as long as our cognition is strong enough, we won't be swayed by them."
"Hmm... okay!" Lin Yi nodded, slowly accepting the hooks and daggers.
He gently stroked the rough bone of the arm, feeling the remnant Supernatural Power within it, and sensed his own blood beginning to boil. The cold, damp storm didn't seem as chilly anymore.
