"Brother Lin," Zhao Ke turned around, his expression serious as he faced Lin Xin. His eyes gradually took on a hint of green, and his gaze, bolstered by the Secret Treasure, ascended to an indescribable mystical level.
Looking at Lin Xin now, he saw a mass of roiling black Qi entrenched at his brow, bizarre and inexplicable.
"What are you trying to say?" Lin Xin withdrew his hand and turned to look at the distant sky again.
"You think I've gone mad with power? You want to use the power of the Secret Treasure to purge the demonic nature?"
His tone sounded somewhat strange.
Carefully considering, the power of the Nether Prefecture indeed accounted as a type of demonic power. However, he was curious how Zhao Ke, with his extremely feeble strength, planned to purge the Lord's Power from his body.
"Brother, you have saved me from peril many times. If there were any other way, I would not choose this, but...."
