"How much strength did you put into that sword strike earlier? And how much did I put in? Don't you know in your heart? Do I still have to break this formation for you?"
The Heaven-Mending Stone, which felt like it was endlessly squeezed like milking grass, had already been fed up with Su Chengyu's constant demands. Now, seeing Su Chengyu using a bunch of magical treasures to empower the Wasteland Battle Halberd upon entering the Luo Clan's Blessed Realm, its heart was filled with even more resentment, showing no trace of a good expression.
Su Chengyu understood this clearly but could only respond helplessly, "No matter how much more strength I muster, it all has to flow through me. You still don't understand my current situation?"
"Then why don't you go ask that damn halberd? Surely there's still some strength left in it."
Indeed, there was still strength. Before entering the Luo Clan's Blessed Realm this time, Su Chengyu had paid a hefty price for preparation.
