"BUZZ!"
"BUZZZ~~~"
A layer of hard bone material covered Shen Mo's palm as he fiercely gripped the Ruyi Soul Stealing Needle. This spiritual needle still hummed ceaselessly, trying to break free from his restraint.
Sensing the Ruyi Soul Stealing Needle's resistance growing stronger, Shen Mo's expression darkened. "Once the scar heals, one forgets the pain. It seems my methods were still too lenient!"
Tian Zhiyu, the owner of this spiritual needle, had clearly recovered considerably. He was continuously channeling Mana into the needle through their spiritual connection.
However, during their previous battle, even when the Soul Snatching Needle had penetrated Shen Mo's body, he had still managed to suppress it. Now that the needle had fallen into his hands, it was even less of a threat.
Tian Zhiyu's attempt to recall the needle was pure wishful thinking.
However, it would not be an easy task for Shen Mo to forcibly refine the Soul Snatching Needle either.
