Of course, it was also possible that Wang Yi's martial will could not increase the strength of the weapon by too much. Still, the Connate-level supreme material would certainly be forged into a Grandmaster-level weapon.
These were all possible, but they were things that Wang Yi could not completely control.
Pa!
Wang Yi suddenly clapped his hands and his temper suddenly flared up.
When it came to forging weapons, there were two options. He would either not forge a weapon at all or forge the strongest weapon.
In any case, the black wings were only spoils of war. It did not take much effort to obtain them. Even if they were wasted, there was no need to feel heartache.
Wang Yi was a decisive person. Just as he made up his mind, he had already started moving.
Boom!
Nine Suns True Qi surged out of his palm crazily, turning into a blazing sea of fire that instantly wrapped around the black wings and burned them.