Salvatore realized that the time had come.
After creating a solid steel bar for Lin Yiyi as quickly as possible... he immediately opened his shirt and nailed the copper pot holding the Philosopher's Stone into the front of his shoulder, slowly pressing the plunger at the back of the pot.
"Ugh..."
The agonizing pain of the needle piercing his deltoid turned Salvatore's complexion pale in an instant, and he couldn't help but let out a low cry.
This was not one of those ultra-fine needles, but the flat kind used for injecting preservatives into cadavers during dissections. Without a potent Healing Potion, it would be absolutely forbidden to inject with a syringe directly into the body.
