Bite off a chunk of flesh

Lin Jun wasted no movement and went straight to the lion's side.

Seeing Lin Jun approach, the Blood Lion slowly spoke:

"Thank you."

Lin Jun froze, looking at the Blood Lion in surprise.

It was not just the lion. The surrounding Blood Shadows also bowed their heads slightly to Lin Jun, as though expressing their gratitude.

"The Sea Demons?"

Lin Jun ventured the words, and sure enough, the Blood Lion nodded upon hearing them.

"The Stone Stele is the last resort of us remnants of bygone eras. Even in death, we must bite a chunk of flesh off this heavenly tribulation!"

Every Blood Shadow around them nodded.

Lin Jun did not dwell on that. After all, he now knew how deeply these Blood Shadows hated the Sea Demons, so it was hardly surprising.

What intrigued Lin Jun more was exactly what state these Blood Shadows were in now.

Were they alive, or merely fragments of consciousness?

Without hesitation, Lin Jun asked his question directly.

Hearing Lin Jun's words, the lion opened his bloody maw and exhaled a foul, blood-reeking breath.

"We are already dead. If not for you, we would not even have the chance to speak now."

The Blood Lion began to explain slowly.

As it turned out, the Stone Stele held the resentment of the last great warriors of each era. The words inscribed on it were not merely a record of history, but fragments of consciousness those warriors had left behind.

They had carved their final consciousness into the Stone Stele, and those inscriptions were what gave the Blood Shadows their formidable combat strength.

Recently, those consciousnesses had even absorbed Su Ming's blood directly.

Su Ming's blood was extraordinarily unusual, infused with a considerable amount of the heavenly tribulation's aura. During their lifetimes, these warriors had studied