Boom!
The ground trembled, leaving a ten-zhang wide mark.
"The power is decent! The speed is acceptable, among lower-grade magic artifacts, it's relatively fast," Zhang Xiaohao nodded in satisfaction.
With a single gesture, he put away this small mountain magic artifact.
Looking at the remaining pile of materials, with these, at least ten lower-grade magic artifacts can still be crafted.
"Then let's begin!" Zhang Xiaohao's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
He was never one to fear hard work; if something is worth doing, he would do it without hesitation.
Grabbing over a dozen ores and tossing them into the air, with a flick of his hand, the World-purifying Heavenly Fire leapt from his palm, his left hand holding ten lower-grade spirit stones, his right hand forming seals, continuously casting incantations.
Four hours later.
