"War Spirit!" Great-Grandma looked up at the blue night sky, her fair porcelain skin shining. Her expression was indecipherable.
Li Xianyu got it. The War Spirit could not be replicated so easily. Great-Grandma's birth was due to the background of the era then, and belonged to an example that could not be replicated. He speculated that it might still be related to the Great-Grandma herself. Otherwise, why did the burden of the country's prosperity of the country fall on an 18-year-old girl?
"It's more advanced than a walking corpse. It's dead, but other than not being able to use superpowers, it retains a lot of combat power," Great-Grandma said. "And it's easy to control it. One just needs to replace the copper nails on a regular basis."
"So you are saying this thing can be mass produced?" Li Xianyu was sharp enough to realize the key points. "The Wu family has ambitious plans."
