The position, angle, and spacing of every single speck of powder had to be flawless.
This placed an outrageous demand on both his Spiritual Power consumption and his precision control.
The minutes and seconds ticked by.
Fine beads of sweat formed on Han Feng's forehead, and his face gradually grew pale.
His brain was like an overclocked supercomputer processing vast amounts of information.
His Divine Sense transformed into invisible threads, guiding each speck of powder and precisely setting it into place on the armor's surface.
One hour... two hours...
As the final speck of powder settled into place, Han Feng's vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.
Nearly two-thirds of the Spiritual Power in his Sea of Consciousness had been drained!
But he ignored his fatigue and immediately began the next step.
The Deep Sea Fallen Star Iron went into the furnace!
BOOM!
This time, he cranked the furnace's power to maximum.
