The scene grew increasingly chaotic.
Something like tentacles extended from the ground.
The God, once questioned, must uphold its own authority!
At this moment, Metallurgy was grabbed entirely, crying out in a piercingly mournful manner, his appearance extremely chilling. Countless tar-like substances were poured into his mouth. He just managed to let out his first cry, but couldn't utter a second.
Master Craftsman, Metallurgy, was merely an Acquired Myth, and his body ignited with red flames, which were the light of the Extraordinary Spark.
But he didn't have the life force of Lu Yuan, and the Extraordinary Spark was indeed too ordinary.
In the blink of an eye, he was breathing more out than in; signs of deformation even appeared, and his limbs swelled up like a toad.
"Excellent... God, please deliver your divine punishment!" The traitors were ecstatic.
Yet at this crucial moment, a faint little spark quietly burrowed into Metallurgy's body from underground.
