Chapter Ninety-Three Stalagmite Fire (1/2)
Chapter Ninety-Three Stalagmite Fire
The milky-white stalagmite fire was born in the stalagmites of yin caves, and was a kind of cold fire.
Sucking it into his body, Zuo Mo felt a cold energy quickly spread through the channels in his body. Even though he had prepared before, his body couldn’t help but shake, the ling power almost slipping out of control. Pushing aside his surprise, he tried to control the movement of ling power to surround this Stalagmite fire. This ball of Stalagmite fire was provoked, the cold energy increasing. The milky-white flame gave off a strong coldness. The coldness was also extremely humid. What was even more shocking was that, in such a freezing energy, the moisture hadn’t been frozen into ice, but still existed as vapor.
Quickly, Zuo Mo felt the effect of the icy moisture! The unparalleled icy moisture, following the spitting of the flame, spread out in waves. The cold energy they contained was even more dense. Wherever they touched the channels, the channels would be damaged. They were like an extremely corrosive mist, leaving behind patches of frozen white wherever it passed.
The numbness of the channels was extremely uncomfortable. Zuo Mo gritted his teeth, continuing to control his ling power to suppress this Stalagmite fire.
The Stalagmite fire was like a trapped beast, furiously fighting, the flame spitting.
The freezing moisture was like the deadly energy that this white beast spat out, trying its best to damage Zuo Mo’s channels.
Zuo Mo felt pain inside. He could only follow the method of taming fire seeds from the [Yin Fire Bead Chapter], furiously channeling ling power. The ling power in his body suddenly changed, quickly enveloping the Stalagmite fire tightly.
The Stalagmite fire seemed to have detected the change as it was covered by ling power, becoming more agitated than ever, furiously fighting.
Zuo Mo’s ling power flowed away quickly.
The stronger the struggles of the Stalagmite fire became, the faster the ling power in his body would be used up.
Zuo Mo became slightly panicked. If this speed continued, his ling power would quickly reach the bottom. Damn it! By now, this wasn’t a question of whether or not he could tame this fire, but whether or not he could keep his life. If the Stalagmite fire lost the suppression from ling power, it would start burning from inside his body until he was burnt into a pile of ice.
Who would have thought assimilating a second-grade fire seed would be so difficult?
This wasn’t going to work!
At this time, Zuo Mo couldn’t attend to anything else. He was like a gambler that was on the precipice of death, eyes red from losing! The step behind them was the fall off a thousand foot high cliff, there was no place to retreat! Since he could not retreat, then he would bet everything he had!
You’re just a second-grade Stalagmite fire, you dare to fight with ge!
You don’t know what you’ve done!
Strangely, the anger inside Zuo Mo suddenly erupted after he was pushed to death’s door. At this time, he didn’t use [Yin Fire Bead Chapter]. In his eyes, this Stalagmite fire was just a large pest that had burrowed into his body!
All of his spiritual power were gathered, and he unhesitatingly cast [Art of Aged Gold]!
Zuo Mo didn’t have any remaining thought of taming it. He only had one thought. Kill it!
A handful of golden mist transformed into a little gold sword!
It was instinct after practicing the sword for so long. Without any need to think, the sword essence erupted!
The robust sword essence released itself through the little sword!
A golden light flashed on the little sword and it quickly melted, the golden liquid flowing and twisting. In the flick of a finger, a miniature golden Water Drop sword appeared inside Zuo Mo’s body!
As the golden sword took shape, the robust sword essence quickly became murderous and cold! The coldness of the Stalagmite fire was like the heart-piercing cold in the deep of the cold spring, and the icy sword essence exuded by the little Water Drop sword was like the endless cold wind of the tundra, carrying ice, sharp as a knife!
Zuo Mo hadn’t thought that, just at this time, [Art of Aged Gold] suddenly broke through to the fourth level!
Surrounded by ling power, the struggling Stalagmite fire suddenly stopped, motionless!
Zuo Mo’s murderous intent, carried by the sword essence, was passed onto the stalagmite fire without any hindrance.
If you keep moving, I’ll kill you!
If this Stalagmite fire still didn’t listen, then the Water Drop sword would cut it into pieces. He was prepared to give up this Stalagmite fire. For a second-grade Stalagmite fire, to pay with his life, it wasn’t profitable.
But the next scene struck Zuo Mo dumb.
The milky-white Stalagmite fire shrunk into a small ball, like a little kid holding his legs in a ball, shaking. This action was so like what a person could do that Zuo Mo’s rage decreased slightly.
So weird, these days, even fire seeds bullied the weak and were afraid of the strong! Muttering in his heart, he didn’t dare let down his guard. This time, the Stalagmite fire didn’t stop Zuo Mo’s consciousness from seeping in.