"Ding Ding Ding Ding~"
"Dang Dang Dang~"
A series of hammering sounds echoed within the empty chamber.
A two-meter-long black hammer was being held frantically by the Fire Clone Shen Zhui at the front of a small hill.
The hammering speed was so fast that it created a black and red illusion.
On the black hammer, there were tiny flames circling, while the place being hammered was in fiery red...
"Faster, faster, didn't you eat?"
"If you don't melt the gravel in the purple clay within fifteen minutes, it will become redundant!"
"Pay attention to the fluctuation of the Origin of Fire, don't let the spiritual power affect other places except the hammering point."
"Slower, slower! It's going to crack!"
"Faster, yes, just like that..."
"..."
The frantic rhythm of hammering was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, while the hill-like pile formed by purple clay was shrinking at a visible speed.
