Above the firmament, the thunder roared, and the dazzling silver lightning gradually faded away, with sporadic flashes occasionally illuminating Fang Jueyu's youthful face, which appeared unexpectedly calm.
"I can't compare to him!" For some reason, the three Artifact Refining Masters felt this way in their hearts. If it were them, there was no way they could remain calm in such a desperate situation.
"Sorry, gentlemen. Your Demigod Weapons will probably have to wait until my Power of Laws dissipates before they can continue undergoing the tempering of the Tribulation Lightning."
"Just go ahead; we also want to witness the moment the Divine Weapon comes into being. Don't disappoint us." Although they knew it was a nearly certain death scenario, they still managed to cheer Fang Jueyu on.
