Swallowing the Netherworld Poison Fire

"Besides, I still have so many powerful enemies. If my strength isn't enough, I might end up dying without even knowing why someday."

Thinking of Xiao Yan, Gu Xun'er, and the Pill Tower Three Giants, a trace of helplessness could not help flashing through Lin Feng's eyes.

Those people were simply pushing him too hard.

If he did not increase his strength now, he might not even be able to keep his life.

A moment later, Lin Feng shook his head, casting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart.

After pondering briefly, he directly grabbed the Netherworld Poison Fire before him, which constantly emitted dark green poisonous mist, and swallowed it in one gulp.

After all, he had already spent quite some time adapting to this Heavenly Flame.

Its resistance toward him was not as fierce as that of those unfamiliar Heavenly Flames.

Moreover, his current strength had reached the Half-Venerate realm.

Even without using other Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures as assistance, he was still confident he could subdue it.

After the Netherworld Poison Fire entered Lin Feng's body, he did not immediately feel the scorching pain he had experienced when subduing his previous Heavenly Flames.

Instead, the Netherworld Poison Fire within him was exceptionally cooperative, continuously wandering through his body according to Lin Feng's instructions.

However, once the Netherworld Poison Fire entered the meridians of the Fen Jue, it seemed to sense a trace of danger in the darkness and began to grow less obedient.

It began resisting the command to continue moving through the Fen Jue's meridians, repeatedly sending little signals begging him to stop.

Clearly, it did not wish to be completely refined by someone else.

But Lin Feng paid no attention to the Netherworld Poison Fire's emotions. He simply continued urging it to circulate through