"GULP!"
Tian Zhiyu took out a handful of Elixirs and stuffed them into his mouth, swallowing them. The tremendous medicinal effect was refined into Mana, continuously replenishing his nearly exhausted Spirit Sea. As soon as he recovered slightly, he continued to enhance the power of the Ruyi Soul Stealing Needle.
However, the Artifact Spirit informed him through their mental connection of the Soul Stealing Needle's current predicament!
It was as if it had drilled into a prison made of white bones, and each bone was as hard as a treasure forged through a thousand trials, confining it and rendering it immobile. The Spiritual Qi and True Yuan supplied by the Elixirs were again more than half consumed.
Tian Zhiyu exhausted all his strength, yet he only managed to urge the Soul Stealing Needle forward a knuckle's distance.
The Artifact Spirit was wailing, his Dantian was trembling, and he was running out of strength!
