To be honest, Wang Yi was very satisfied that his first forging of a Connate-level weapon was so good.
Swoosh!
Wang Yi casually waved his hand, and the black wings floating in the void seemed to have an unparalleled spirituality. They turned into a black stream of light that instantly tore through the void and landed in his palm.
As Wang Yi gently rubbed his fingertips on the black wings, the excitement on his face could not help but deepen.
In terms of the powerful might contained in the black wings, its combat strength had already far surpassed its previous master.
As for what level its combat strength could reach, Wang Yi was not sure. However, it was definitely above the first level of the Connate Realm.
Wang Yi's heart burned. He also wanted to test the power of the first Connate-level weapon he had forged.
Buzz!