"Master, you don't have to sacrifice yourself for Dong Mengdie." Sword Spirit cried out in heartache.
Mo Huasong shook his head and said, "Sword Spirit, Dong Mengdie has done me a favor in the past. Now that she's in trouble, how can I just run away? The old woman is too strong, she actually managed to extinguish the Black Ghost Fire."
Mo Huasong could no longer feel the aura of the Black Ghost Fire, assuming it had been extinguished.
If it were in the past, Mo Huasong would have been overjoyed, feeling as if the ticking bomb in him had been defused.
But in the face of a powerful enemy, Mo Huasong found himself missing the Black Ghost Fire.
Although this ghostly fire seemed annoying, it could still help him fend off an enemy's attack.
But it's too late now, he used to share a spiritual connection with the Black Ghost Fire, but now he couldn't feel it at all.
Only when one loses something, do they realize its importance.
