There was no choice; Chu Ming could only once again strengthen the Qi Rhythm White Light, allowing the Blazing Sun to take the lead.
The dim light held on and re-expanded to the Little Black Flame, Big Black Flame... swelling, on the verge of explosion...
At this moment, the Black Flame was like a rebellious teenager with hardened wings, unwilling to yield!
Chu Ming could only oscillate on the edge of balance, keeping the Black Flame from exploding or extinguishing.
He lost count of how many times he tried, but the Black Soul Wood, which should have been glossy, turned somewhat dull, and his intense control over the Book and Painting Realm left his Heart Spirit exhausted.
The good news was that the Black Flame also seemed to tire. After numerous uncounted attempts at dynamic balance, the uncontrollable, tumultuous Black Flame showed signs of stabilizing.
