However, the Nine Nether Yin Fire was treacherous and tyrannical by nature, growing stronger the more resistance it met. The crimson flames clung to the golden light like a gangrene clinging to bone, wrapping around it strand by strand to silently burn and refine it.
A silent struggle unfolded between the Golden Light and the crimson flames within Chu Kuangfeng's Dantian. Fine beads of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled slightly. He was clearly enduring immense pain.
But he endured it without making a single sound, as if he felt nothing.
Time trickled by.
Under Chen Sheng's precise control, the Nine Nether Yin Fire gradually gained the upper hand. The light from the relic dimmed and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally, with a soft sound,
it was completely devoured and annihilated by the Yin Fire.
With a thought from Chen Sheng, all of the Yin Fire receded like a tide, returning to his body.
