The afternoon sunlight poured down.
Ye Wu gazed at the gradually forming long whip, a gentle light flashing in her eyes.
Having emerged from the most dangerous period of fusion, Mo Ye could no longer maintain his union with the Holy Fire.
Little Fire had exhausted its energy and was temporarily slumbering in his mind.
Mo Ye was still using his own flames, carrying out the final tempering.
The hardest time had already passed; now he only needed to slowly bake with his fire, and once the Green Jade Tree fully merged into the long whip, this weapon would be complete.
Mo Ye focused all his attention on the last steps.
The magical treasures forged by the others were being completed one after another.
On this year's arena, a Demon Clan artifact refiner had actually succeeded in forging an Earth-grade Treasure.
In the past, this would have been enough to secure victory.
But in this tournament, all awaited to see what form Mo Ye's magical treasure would take once finished.
