Half a 2-hour period later.
Shi Xiaole finally stopped, panting heavily.
Although he had shaken off the Lonely Lance Emperor from the start, the latter was a universally recognized top-two hundred expert; Shi Xiaole dared not be careless.
Looking inward at himself, the black stripes on the surface of the Demon Bone had faded somewhat.
Using the Demon Bone inevitably consumed the power of one's origin. Fortunately, the severity was minor, and after some time, he could recover. However, it also made Shi Xiaole realize that such methods should not be overused, otherwise the Demon Bone itself might be damaged.
"Personal strength is the foundation."
Shi Xiaole smiled. Regardless, he had finally seized the Spiritual Origins Grass.
"Xiaole, as your uncle, I'm really useless, always having to depend on you. Maybe we should separate."
Seeing that Shi Xiaole was without serious harm, Ling Cunwei breathed a sigh of relief and said after pondering for a moment.
