Wu Ji's robe was a magical artifact from the previous century, and many of its materials were ancient minerals.
Its melting point was indeed exceptionally rare. Suo Lin had thought that the volcano in the center of the Fire Qilin Continent was sufficient, and unexpectedly, it could not melt the robe.
"This won't do. If this continues, I'm afraid my Saint Weapon spoon won't be able to melt this robe."
Drops of sweat the size of soybeans continuously slid down from Suo Lin's temple.
"Is there any other way, Master Suo Lin?"
Qin Yu's expression was a little ugly. The refining had started.
If they failed, it would mean these magical artifacts would be scrapped.
"The only way now is to use the lava from the center of the earth for refining, but the temperature is too terrifying. I'm afraid even Saint Weapon would likely melt in an instant."
Suo Lin said with a solemn expression.