บท 1735: The Real Divine Craftsman

Tang Wulin continued to focus all his efforts into forging the metal. He was fully capable of doing it at a faster speed, but this was not the time for haste. He was planning to feel the changes and reactions of the fused metal with every strike of his hammer. 

Another two hours passed. At last, the seven different metals went from their originally grayish tone into a peculiar light gold color. The seven pieces of metals that were elongating by one foot with every knock earlier had actually turned into only elongating by one foot in total now. In other words, the metal was only one-seventh of its original size. 

Tang Wulin's clothes were drenched in sweat. Despite his superhuman physique and the Golden Dragon King's healing capabilities, he felt like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.