In fact, just as Lin Mo had guessed, after the Ninth Prince obtained the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire, he did not immediately refine it into his own treasure, but could only temporarily control the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire, unable to exert its greatest power.
Now, the two flames seemed to be resisting each other, and that kind of pressure made Lin Mo very uncomfortable. This discomfort was not physical, but from the soul.
"What should I do now? Expel the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire from my Divine Sea," Lin Mo furrowed his sword eyebrows, trying hard to think of a method.
The Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire seemed to always want to devour his soul, the black flames constantly soaring, and its power growing stronger and stronger.
"Just a gamble."
