Xiao Yi Xian's heart nearly leaped into her throat. The Nether Poison Flame's frenzy had almost devoured Li Xingluo, and she had nearly cried out at that moment.
Now that she saw Li Xingluo had successfully subdued the Nether Poison Flame, the weight in her heart was finally lifted.
Li Xingluo gave Xiao Yi Xian a slight nod, then sat cross-legged and began refining the Nether Poison Flame.
He sat on the ground with his eyes tightly shut and a grave expression. A faint glow radiated from his body, as though he had been cut off from the outside world.
Before him, a flame flickered, purple tinged with faint black vapor. It seemed to want to devour the person before it—the Nether Poison Flame.
Li Xingluo took a deep breath and began circulating his Dou Qi. Based on the knowledge he had learned from the Space Tower, he guided the Nether Poison Flame into his body.
The flame traveled through his meridians, bringing waves of piercing pain wherever it passed.
He clenched his teeth and endured the agony, continuously refining and absorbing the Nether Poison Flame. Beads of sweat seeped endlessly from his skin, and his brows were drawn into a tight line.
Xiao Yi Xian could only watch Li Xingluo suffer helplessly, clasping her hands together and praying that everything would go smoothly.
Only after the Nether Poison Flame entered his body did Li Xingluo realize that refining and absorbing it would be no easy task. Though he had made extensive preparations beforehand, all of it had been for the sake of obtaining the Nether Poison Flame.
As time passed, the Nether Poison Flame was gradually refined and merged into one with him.
His aura grew increasingly powerful, and the light released by the Dou Qi around him became