The nine Divine Curse symbols rotated slowly with a mysterious rhythm, expanding a little with every completed cycle.
Chen Lin's expression grew grave.
The Divine Curse was actually still growing stronger!
He could clearly feel its aura rising steadily as it expanded. Its terrifying pressure and corrosive presence kept his Soul Body trembling, while some kind of "substance" within him seemed to be dwindling.
This is bad!
Chen Lin's heart sank.
The Hundred Saints Soul-Interrogation Art could not resist this inexplicable depletion. The longer he delayed, the worse his situation would become.
He also had another suspicion.
If the Divine Curse kept expanding, it might eventually explode. When that happened, even a thousand tricks would not save his soul from being scattered to the winds.
He delayed no longer.
Without hesitation, Chen Lin activated his nine-aperture exquisite heart, overdrawing his origin essence to unleash the God-Slaying Staff's full power.
The strange pattern reappeared on the staff.
Before Chen Lin could attack, the Divine Curse within the white light seemed to be provoked by something. It immediately "went berserk," flashing and spinning madly.
An invisible energy seemed to bear down on him, inflicting unbearable pain upon his soul.
At the same time.
The sensation of depletion intensified sharply, accompanied by a powerful tearing force that threatened to rip him apart.
Chen Lin had never experienced anything like this. The agony left him dazed, barely able to remain conscious, but he knew he could not afford even a moment's hesitation. Otherwise, all his efforts would come to nothing.
And he would certainly die.
"Break!"
He roared.
His nine-aperture exquisite heart blazed with light. Every heart aperture poured out origin essence, channeling it into the God-Slaying Staff.
The staff hummed incessantly.
Its peculiar pattern shone brilliantly, weakening the Divine Curse's suppression. Chen Lin