Dan Nan's words made Han Lang pause slightly.
It wasn't calculated that way?
Then how should it be calculated?
Fortunately, this time, Dan Nan didn't wait for Han Lang to ask, but directly explained.
"Blood Sacrifice consumes approximately five years of lifespan each time it is used. That means this five years of vitality will continuously drain from the caster's body."
"In other words, during this process, they will become very weak."
"Assuming Dr. Sim is only fifty years old now, after using Blood Sacrifice once, his physical age would have reached fifty-five. Fifty-five years old can indeed continue to cast, but there will always be a period of weakness in between. This period is a good opportunity for counterattack."
"Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility of him fighting to the death. So we can assume that he continues to use Blood Sacrifice without any pause."
"And even so, after using it three consecutive times, the fifteen years of lifespan instantly dissipated, his body absolutely cannot withstand it!"
"At this point, no matter how much he wants to resist, he will absolutely be unable to cast anymore!"
"The most crucial thing is that vitality, in itself, is more abundant when one is younger."
"Dr. Sim is not young to begin with. His vitality is naturally not as vigorous as that of young people. Using Blood Sacrifice will naturally be discounted because of this."
"So I estimate that the duration of each Blood Sacrifice he uses might be two to three minutes. He can only use it about three times at most when fighting desperately!"
"As long as you can endure through this period, then victory will belong to you!"
After listening to Dan Nan's detailed explanation, Han Lang finally understood.
So, the calculation method for Blood Sacrifice was not a simple direct calculation.
Instead, it involved superimposing the caster's own vitality and the consumption after use.
In this way, the situation might indeed be as Dan Nan said, not as bad as imagined.
However, even so.
Two to three minutes of casting each time, Han Lang estimated that he might not be able to withstand it!
As he was thinking, the golden cage formed by the golden needles also began to emit "bang bang" sounds.
It was as if Dr. Sim, trapped within, had already begun to counterattack.
And from the outside, each of his punches could deform the golden pillars.
Seeing that he was about to break free, Han Lang quickly shouted to Tang Geng and Zhao Wu.
"Tang Geng, Zhao Wu, lend me your spiritual artifacts!"
Tang Geng and Zhao Wu were slightly taken aback, but quickly understood Han Lang's intention.
They lent their spiritual artifacts to Han Lang without hesitation.
Han Lang also did not hesitate, took their spiritual artifacts, and at the same time took out the spiritual sword he had intended to give to Cao XuRong from the third floor. With a slight movement of his divine sense, he began to control it.
Concurrently, on Dr. Sim's side, the golden cage had been battered into an unrecognizable state by his blows.
The divine senses Han Lang had withdrawn to control the spiritual artifacts directly caused the three golden pillars to lose control, instantly returning to their original state and falling.
With the gaps in the three golden pillars, Dr. Sim immediately jumped out of the cage.
At this moment, his eyes were blood red, and his entire being was filled with a killing aura, looking like a demon from hell, glaring at Han Lang with a ferocious expression.
Similarly, the hundred-zhang golden body he had conjured, due to the infusion of that drop of vital blood, had turned red.
A proper giant devil!
Seeing this scene, Ma Long and Tang Geng were shocked. Dan Nan even shouted nervously.
"Han Lang! He has no consciousness now, but his strength might be insurmountable for a while. You must be careful to avoid his sharpness!"
Han Lang nodded and waved the spiritual artifacts in his hand, signaling that he understood.
Ma Long, like an intellectually disabled child, foolishly asked.
"Deputy Officer Dan, why does young master need so many spiritual artifacts? What use are they to him?"
Immediately, Dan Nan, Tang Geng, and Zhao Wu looked at him as if he were a monster.
Even though these people had good temperaments, at such a critical juncture, they could only reply to him impatiently.
"Don't you know that Han Lang's golden needles are spiritual artifacts?"
Ma Long still nodded sheepishly.
"I know! So what?"
Dan Nan directly rolled his eyes at him, and he finally understood.
Facing Dr. Sim, whose strength had surged due to Blood Sacrifice, if Han Lang continued to only use golden needles, he naturally would not be able to improve.
At this time, using the spiritual artifacts that could be used was still slightly better than golden needles.
Like Tang Geng's flying sword.
The method of controlling it was similar to the golden needles, and Han Lang found it easy to use.
As for Zhao Wu's black brick, it was also a very good defensive tool.
As for why Ma Long's gauntlets and Tang Qin's claw gloves were not requisitioned, it was probably because Han Lang couldn't use them easily!
As they were speaking, Dr. Sim was already approaching Han Lang with giant strides.
Although he was floating in the air, each step of the hundred-zhang illusion still gave everyone a deep sense of shock. They could even feel the earth trembling with each step.
Han Lang did not hesitate, immediately turned around and pretended to flee.
Seeing Han Lang run away without even engaging, Dr. Sim quickly raised a large hand and swung it towards Han Lang.
Han Lang was surprised.
This golden body, permeated with Dr. Sim's vital blood, was indeed no longer what it used to be.
The might of this palm strike was at least several times greater than before.
He dared not confront it directly, so he pushed the golden pillars forward and continued to retreat.
"Bang bang bang!"
With several sounds, the nine giant golden pillars were easily shattered like saplings in front of this giant hand.
Of course, they were not entirely useless.
At least they had slowed down the speed of the giant hand considerably.
It was by taking advantage of this opportunity that Han Lang, like the Monkey King escaping from the palm of the Tathagata, slipped through the gaps between his fingers.
Seeing Han Lang slip away, Dr. Sim directly slapped the back of his other hand with one hand.
He intended to swat Han Lang to death on the back of his hand like a mosquito.
Han Lang was shocked.
He immediately controlled five golden pillars to stand vertically, encircling himself.
With the support of the five golden pillars, the other hand of the illusion naturally could not strike down.
But Han Lang still underestimated the strength of this giant hand.
The moment they came into contact, the golden pillars showed visible bending.
Although they were not yet broken, as Dr. Sim continued to exert force, the degree of bending became greater and greater.
Han Lang dared not hesitate and quickly fled.
After flying out of the range of the palm, he quickly controlled the remaining four golden needles to stab directly at the illusion.
He wanted to repeat his old trick, to block the illusion's movements in this way.
Dr. Sim ignored this and directly raised his hand, reaching for Han Lang again.
Han Lang could only continue to retreat, and the golden needles also struck the illusion.
However, with several "ding ding ding" sounds, the golden needles all fell off.
Han Lang was shocked and cursed.
"Damn it! No way? This aspect is also strengthened?"