Chen Lin did not want to pin his hopes on Niuniu's talisman. Her current situation was unknown, after all, so he flew toward the stele with everything he had.
If the stele really worked as the jade slip described, all the better. If not, he would stake his life on one last desperate struggle!
The Shadow Monster suspected nothing and kept pursuing Chen Lin, thrusting his spear whenever he caught up.
Two more strikes left Chen Lin's blood and vitality severely depleted.
To conserve his mana for the Cold Moon Saber, he had used his essence blood to activate the artifact spirit and defend against both attacks. Not only had his body suffered serious damage, but the artifact spirit had also been battered into a state of extreme weakness.
This spirit treasure had certainly suffered the indignity of falling into his hands.
But after those two impacts, he had reached the vicinity of the Giant Stele. Even from a distance, he could feel an invisible pressure.
The closer he drew, the stronger the pressure became.
When he came within a certain distance, he seemed to reach a critical point. Chen Lin felt his lightning spiritual root tremble and enter a strange resonance with the stele, while waves of lightning began radiating from his body.
He was overjoyed!
This meant the stele still retained its power. Surely the rules of such an ancient, miraculous object were beyond the Shadow Monster's ability to break.
"Heh, I have no time to waste on you. Die!"
The Shadow Monster caught up with Chen Lin again. Seemingly sensing that something was wrong, and tired of this game of cat and mouse, he suddenly turned into a mass of black mist and merged entirely into his spear.
The spear abruptly grew much longer, profound characters appearing