The great hammer danced, carrying an unshakable force. Outside, a single strike like this could likely shatter mountains and sever great rivers.
CLANG!
This time, it changed direction, landing on the right side of Su Chen's body. The liquid, a mixture of various materials, still had no definite shape. It merely shifted with each hammer blow, its Red Gold luster growing richer and more viscous.
Guan Lin's movements were relentless. The muffled sounds of "CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!" echoed endlessly in the chamber.
"This..." Luo Shuhang's eye twitched as he watched. It was as if every one of Guan Lin's hammer strikes was landing on his own heart.
Although there were precedents for this forging ritual, it was the first time he had presided over one. He felt a little uneasy. The intensity was truly something no ordinary person could withstand. If anything happened to Su Chen, he would bear the primary responsibility.
