Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Half a day passed, and that Quenched-Gold Armor-Piercing Flying Dagger was still circling in the sky.

Occasionally, Lin Caiyi and the others would notice a subtle anomaly, but when they looked up, they couldn't see any trace of the flying dagger.

"My spirit is getting a bit fatigued. Looks like the upper limit for controlling one flying dagger is about twelve hours, roughly half a day."

Yang Ling's eyes lit up. This was the true application of Object Control.

Controlling twenty-eight flying daggers at once was certainly formidable, and looked impressively badass too.

But it wasn't sustainable.

If he only controlled a single flying dagger, even though the spirit drain would be greater during combat, he could still sustain it for at least an hour or two.

"One or two hours, one flying dagger that moves at my whim, with a range of about 280 meters."

"Even if I'm caught in a special encirclement scenario, that's more than enough time to use this method to break the situation."