Amon waved his hand, and a group of craftsmen picked up the crystal magic tools from the box and stepped forward, stabbing them into certain parts of the square-faced man's body.
Strangely enough, each magic tool lit up one after another, not causing any wounds but embedding into the square-faced man's body.
With each successful embedding, the square-faced man would let out a muffled groan, looking quite pained, as if a scalding iron ball had been shoved down his throat.
When all the magic tools were embedded into his body, the square-faced man fell to one knee on the ground, trembling as if enduring immense pain. Only after a long while did he rise, nodding at Amon, who had a worried expression, and said, "Master Amon, I've held on. We can proceed."
"Very well, continue," Amon said.
Immediately, many craftsmen brought out a new box and opened it, revealing thin sheets of metal inside.
