There were many ores inside. Even after they melted, they rolled in the flames like giant pythons. The impact was astonishing.
After some time, the refinement was completed. Wang Teng's ten clones acted immediately and pushed the ores into the Flaming Meteorite.
Boom!
In an instant, the ground shook violently as if an earth dragon had flipped over. The ground split open and the liquid metals merged into the ground. Then, under the control of a powerful force, the ground closed up again.
The flames swept over. After some time, not a single crack was left. The ground seemed to have never been touched.
After doing all this, the ten clones continued carving the runes. Their spiritual power seemed to be carved on the ground, but it also seemed to be carved on the ores below.
Time passed slowly…
After some time, Wang Teng's face turned paler and paler. Large droplets of sweat dripped down his forehead. Exhaustion and weakness seeped out from his body.
