Watching as Tang Yi waved his hand, the pill flame emerged, instantly melting the mystic iron he had painstakingly accumulated over hundreds of years into a heap of molten iron.
Shamoke, with a face about to cry yet tearless, did not dare to utter the slightest objection, fearing that it would displease Tang Yi.
Boom!
Using the pill flame to turn Shamoke's Wolf Fang Club into a puddle of molten iron, Tang Yi casually waved his hand, and the molten iron immediately suspended in mid-air. He pointed his finger into the void several times, and a surge of mana burst forth.
Under the overwhelming force of Tang Yi's mana, one could see numerous formation inscriptions rapidly being branded into the molten iron.
Meanwhile, the pool of molten iron also began to move swiftly, instantly transforming into hollow circles, one connected to another, and in no time, a long iron chain was formed.
