Before Grey could respond.
Chen Lin's expression hardened with resolve, and he began detonating his own talent origin.
He intended to follow his earlier plan: reduce his innate talent to its original Ten Attempts One Hit state, then weave scarecrows.
Doing this amounted to throwing away ten thousand years of improvement, but he had no choice. Compared with staying alive, even his innate talent no longer mattered.
Dissipating his power was no easy task, either.
Even if Chen Lin disregarded the damage to his body, he would still need at least the time it took an incense stick to burn. His only fear was that the Tentacle Monster would not give him that chance.
Just as that thought arose.
The tentacle at the waterfall began thrashing wildly, rapidly growing larger before lashing toward him again.
The tentacle itself had yet to descend.
Merely the energy it stirred up unsettled Chen Lin's mind, giving him the feeling that the Grim Reaper had arrived.
It was even stronger than what he had felt when facing the Death Pocket.
And that was not all.
As the tentacle churned, the waterfall's flow increased severalfold, causing the river to rise rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the three tributaries vanished, and the water began spreading into the Grass Forest.
"Hold it off a little longer!"
Chen Lin growled at Grey.
Then, disregarding the damage to his divine soul, he accelerated the collapse of his talent origin.
Grey activated the Divine Crystal again and intercepted the tentacle, forcing it to retreat temporarily as its eye closed once more.
At the sight.
Chen Lin felt slightly relieved.
"I can't keep going. My divinity is almost drained, and the Divine Crystal's energy is nearly gone. Hurry!"
After repelling another attack from the tentacle, Grey weakly urged Chen