What was strange was that after so long, the shell should have gradually dimmed from its blazing red color as it radiated heat away. Yet the spider shell beneath the Ape King's concentrated barrage was different. After nearly half a day, it remained fiery red, translucent, and scorching hot.
After giving it some thought, Yue Qianchou understood the reason. It was likely related to the blazing flames pouring from the Ape King's body and that Blazing Fist. The Ape King moved at high speed while covered in fire, practically wrapping the spider shell in flames and preventing it from cooling. Combined with those violent, densely packed Blazing Fists, even a chunk of black iron would have been hammered red-hot.
What a single-minded brute! As Yue Qianchou sighed inwardly, he glanced at Ancestor Nanming and immediately noticed something amiss. Following the latter's gaze, he too discovered that the pitch-black platform was unusual. He sent a voice transmission, asking, "Senior Nanming, could that platform enduring the tempering be some kind of treasure?"
"I cannot tell what it is either, but anything capable of withstanding such heavy blows must be a treasure," Ancestor Nanming replied with certainty.
The thunderous reverberations within the mountain belly continued for three days. The spider shell had long since become unrecognizable. Its enormous body, originally around ten meters long, had been reduced to a two-meter-square block of metal. Even so, the Ape King continued to unleash dense barrages of Blazing Fists. The force of his attacks did not weaken; instead, the impacts grew ever more rapid. Naturally, this was because as its volume shrank, so did the range in which he needed to move. As a result, the density of blows borne by the metal block became even more concentrated.
By the time the sixth day passed, the