As Fang Hong stepped forward, the Sanctified Forge Hall and Kapuka's phantom behind him both crumbled and shattered.
Just as he pushed open the door, he saw a slight flicker of white light ahead. The Cold Iron Claws—Pride of the Lonely King, which he had forged with his own hands, once again appeared before him. This legendary glove was completely darkened, its surface covered in razor-sharp reverse scales, now floating in the void, far more chilling than it had been under the lamplight.
Fang Hong couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
