Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

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."

Lin Mo gritted his teeth. If he remained passively defensive for too long, his soul would also grow weary, and sooner or later he would be devoured by the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire. Furthermore, being suppressed by the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire, his power of soul would also sharply decrease.

Now the only solution was to use the Demon Cold Flame to conquer the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire.

"Devour."

Accompanied by Lin Mo's control of his divine thought, the pale cyan flame in the center of the Divine Sea abruptly soared, the power of the soul surged, beginning to counter-suppress the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire.

In the dark Divine Sea, the pale cyan flame burned strangely, and as if sensing the suddenly surging suppression from the Demon Cold Flame, the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire also began to rise and burn, two flames continuously contending and battling within the Divine Sea.

"Pain..."

Lin Mo's face suddenly paled, a kind of pain from the soul nearly caused his entire body to tremble.

Unexpectedly, the two flames fused together, one side cyan, the other black, endlessly intertwining and contending, both wanting to consume the other. The Demon Cold Flame was originally Lin Mo's soul, and now fused with the black flame, it was equivalent to having the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire scorch the soul.

The pain of a soul being scorched was far beyond what ordinary people could endure.

"Mr. Lin."

In the quiet room, the hovering Zhen Yuanzi in the air saw Lin Mo's such painful expression, his face involuntarily changed dramatically.

"No, I can't surrender, I still need to protect my family, I still need to go to the Mystic Realm Sect, I still need to seek revenge on Lang Ya Jun and Huo Shuixian, I absolutely cannot die like this!"

In his mind, Lin Mo continuously firmed up his will, which was blurred by the pain, having lived two lives, experiencing more of life, and after countless dangers and trials, his willpower had already reached a terrifying level.

By gathering soul flames with his willpower, constantly contending against the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire.

Just like participating in a marathon, people with weak willpower often can't persist, while those with firm willpower can often perform beyond their usual levels...

As if sensing Lin Mo's tenacious willpower, the Demon Cold Flame began to constantly ascend, gaining the upper hand, and continuously suppressing the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire.

This kind of struggle made Lin Mo feel extremely weary, his hearing began to weaken, his divine thought started to blur, and his perceptiveness was gradually declining.

The struggle is not difficult, the difficulty is not seeing the hope of victory, not knowing how long to persist.

Under such a state, every second felt as if a millennium had passed. Even if the willpower is strong, the power of the soul is constant. If the contention continues like this, the soul will eventually grow weary.

Running a marathon, no matter how firm the athlete's willpower, physical strength has its limits, and willpower cannot control the improvement of physical strength. Once the physical strength is completely exhausted, no matter how firm the willpower, it is useless.

Beads of cold sweat the size of beans dripped down Lin Mo's cheeks, his whole body long soaked with cold sweat, and every muscle, every cell in his body seemed to tremble.

"How exactly do I control this Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire, such a powerful attack force..."

After the mutual contention, especially since the Demon Cold Flame is Lin Mo's soul, he could clearly feel the violent and evil aura on the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire.

"Mr. Lin, open your mouth."

Suddenly, in the meditation state, Lin Mo heard Zhen Yuanzi's voice.

Instinctively, Lin Mo opened his mouth and felt a few objects thrown into his mouth. "This... this is the Liu Ren Buddha Fruit..."

"Mr. Lin, I found it in the Ninth Prince's space ring. After eating it, it can increase your soul strength."

Zhen Yuanzi's voice came again.

Swallowing the Liu Ren Buddha Fruit had no taste, and upon entry, it turned into energy, spreading throughout the body.

At that same moment, in the dark Divine Sea, several streams of colorful flowing light flew into the Demon Cold Flame, and in an instant, the Demon Cold Flame soared again, receiving energy replenishment, becoming stronger, more condensed.

Rumble...

In the Divine Sea, a sudden explosion-like sound occurred, Lin Mo only felt an unbearable pain, instantly losing consciousness.

It was unknown how much time passed, within the endless black sea of the Divine Sea, two mysterious flames burned.

One flame was pale cyan, like a blooming ephemeral flower.

The other flame was pitch-black, darker than the black of the Divine Sea, more eerie, giving a sense of danger.

Uncertain how long it passed, Lin Mo lifted his heavy eyelids and caught a glimpse of light.

"Ah, my head hurts." Lin Mo rubbed his temples, slowly standing up. At this moment, he was still in the quiet room, with ghost banners hovering in the four corners of the room, shrouded in black eerie mist, forming iron chains protecting the entire quiet room.

"Zhen Yuanzi." Lin Mo frowned, without his order, Zhen Yuanzi should not have left on his own.

Dark Void.

In a palace floating in the void, three young men stood in the hall of the palace.

"Ninth, is the Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire you struggled to obtain also gone?" A young man in a suit, with two pairs of black wings stretched behind him, held a glass of red wine, smiling as he watched the Ninth Prince standing in front of him.

"Fourth brother, are you here to see my joke?" the Ninth Prince frowned, a chill in his eyes. "Haha, Ninth, what kind of words are these, fourth brother is here to care for you, you know, among our Fallen Angel clan, you are a genius, as for me and Sixth brother, we are not qualified at all to participate in the Golden Secret Realm Trial, only you and the eldest can go this time." The youth holding the red wine said softly.

This young man was also a prince of the Fallen Angel clan, ranking fourth.

"Yeah, neither I nor Fourth brother are qualified to participate, and you know the eldest brother's character, he never even sees us in his eyes, the one among us he has a relatively good relationship with is you, Ninth." The Sixth Prince added.

Hearing the words of the two, the expression on the Ninth Prince's face somewhat softened, clenching his fists and said: "Lin Mo, I will definitely kill him myself."

"Ninth, just how strong is that Lin Mo?" The Sixth Prince furrowed his brows, his face showing a considerably curious expression, "You know, Ninth, you are a genius among our Fallen clan's younger generation, you actually lost to him..." "If it weren't for him obtaining an artifact that restrains my talent, how would I have lost to him?" The Ninth Prince clenched his fists until they made cracking sounds, and his pupils became increasingly red, "However, that guy's strength cannot be underestimated, a hundredfold combat power amplitude, if going the way of a Martial Artist, he will surely achieve great success in the future, and yet my Ghostly Compassionate Netherfire did not destroy his soul…"