"Still not working?"
In the forging room filled with furnaces, the burly Nangong Ming held a sawtooth blade in his hand, a look of reluctance on his face.
The sawtooth blade in Nangong Ming's hand had a strange shape, pitch black in color, its body straight, and its edge sharp and dense like shark teeth. Most bizarrely, the sawtooth blade appeared to have closed eyes on it.
Nangong Ming held the sawtooth blade, sighed deeply, and said, "A demon-slicing divine weapon? It should be a real monster soldier!"
Nangong Ming stood up, enclosed the odd sawtooth blade in a sealed iron box, and hid it away in a secret room, storing it carefully.
"I must forge a demon-slicing divine weapon! I'm close!"
Nangong Ming turned around, his eyes filled with determination.
