Faced with the Golden Crow Fire Essence's sudden rampage, the Nine Nether Prison Flame naturally had no intention of indulging it.
It had no idea what the Golden Crow Fire Essence was thinking. It only knew that if it devoured this fellow, it might be able to advance another step.
Sorry, brother. I just want to improve too badly.
The Nine Nether Prison Flame transformed accordingly.
It turned into countless pitch-black chains that coiled upward layer upon layer.
Before anyone realized it, the surface of the Golden Crow phantom was already covered in black chains.
Those black chains bound the Golden Crow phantom tightly.
No matter how the Golden Crow shadow struggled, it was all in vain.
The golden light on its surface gradually dimmed.
In the end, it gave up struggling. As though resigning itself to fate, it slowly merged into the pitch-black flames.
It couldn't win, so it could only accept it.
"Smart."
Ye Lin raised a brow, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Seizing the opportunity, he brought down the power of his Primordial Spirit with a thunderous force.
"Merge!"
His low shout reverberated within his body.
The two flames began to truly fuse.
Golden flames and black flames intertwined and spun, forming a hazy gray vortex.
Specks of starlight lit up at the center of the vortex—the embryonic form of a new flame.
Ye Lin could feel the Nine Nether Prison Flame's joy.
It was cheering and leaping with delight. It was celebrating.
Seeing this, Ye Lin continuously formed one hand seal after another.
Using his own Sword Dao as a guide, he reconstructed the flame core.
Who knew how long passed before the vortex suddenly came to a halt.
All light collapsed inward.
In the end, it condensed into a completely new