As endless elemental power continuously poured in, the surfaces of the two Enchanted Armaments flickered with light, like miraculous creations watched over by the gods.
Ang felt both nervous and excited, his forehead already covered in cold sweat.
He gritted his teeth and controlled the Six-armed Momentum, continuously guiding the elemental flow into the armaments.
Just as he thought everything was going smoothly, the first Enchanted Armament suddenly let out a crisp crack.
The sound was as piercing as cracking ice, making Ang's heart clench.
"Not good!" Ang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing quickened.
He abruptly raised his hand, trying to suppress the restless energy, but the cracks spread across the surface of the first Enchanted Armament at a visible speed, like awakened venomous snakes.
Every crack gleamed with dangerous light, as though it could explode at any moment.
"Hold together!" Ang growled, magic power surging out of his body like a flood as he tried to fill the cracks and forcibly restrain the incoming elemental power.
Even with all his strength, he still could not stop that rune structure from collapsing.
Time passed bit by bit, and his mental strength was stretched to the point of nearly tearing apart.
Finally, an hour later, a muffled boom rang out—the first Enchanted Armament shattered completely, turning into a sky full of glowing dust that scattered like falling stars.
Ang stared blankly at the fragments scattered across the ground, his heart instantly sinking.
The shadow of failure shrouded his heart like a cold mist.
But before he could dwell on it, something strange quietly happened—the fragments did not disperse under the pull of the elemental vortex. Instead, they slowly drifted toward the second Enchanted Armament.
Like spirits that had lost their free will, they merged into the surface of the second