With only half an hour left until the end of the competition.
Chang Songyin and the other nine unleashed their strongest weapon refining techniques, continuing to craft weapons and Dharma artifacts.
The entire platform was filled with the crisp sound of clashing and deep rumbling.
Everyone watching was on edge, feeling increasingly nervous.
"It's over!"
Bujie clenched his fists tightly, sweating in his palms, "There's less than half an hour left, and the contest is about to end!"
Wu Qiansheng sighed, "Indeed, even if Brother Yang's refining skills are high!
But to elevate three Immortal Weapons and Dharma artifacts to high level in half an hour, I'm afraid might be difficult to accomplish!"
Lu Yunqi said, "At this rate, Brother Yang might not come last, but winning first place seems tough!"
Xu Ying replied, "Before the competition ends, anything can happen. We should believe in Brother Yang!"
"Mm!"
Everyone nodded vigorously, full of confidence in Yang Luo.
