บท 412: Withering Flames

The moment he touched it, that black thing emitted an unfathomably powerful mana. It felt as if he wasn't touching a piece of metal, but a Chromatic Dragon instead.

'Yes, it's that kind of feeling.'

'What is this thing…'

Lin Yun frowned, holding that thing with one hand gave him a fearful feeling. He tried to pour mana into it, but nothing happened.

This thing was definitely not simple.

He put it in his pocket for now, he didn't have the time to take care of it right now, he would slowly research it later.

After coming out of the control room, he sensed that the others were already waiting next to the central forge.

"What did you find?"