Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

silver. 。The silver ingot lay on the anvil, I pressed the button and it slowly sank in, being heated to a blaze. 。Tang Wulin's hands flashed with light, and two Thousand Forge Heavy Silver Hammers app... loosened his grip, Tang Wulin's blood vessels surged instantly. The circulation of his blood dissipated some of his hallucinations and restored a portion of his consciousness. 。Vaguely, he saw a figu...