In less than ten minutes, Wang Wu had precisely divided that massive mass of Refined Yin Fire into three hundred portions.
The Cricket Dragons once again demonstrated what utter, crow-silent deadness truly meant.
There was even a trace of admiration in the way they looked at Wang Wu.
Of course, they could tell what Wang Wu had relied on, but accomplishing this without spending twenty thousand years of lifespan was impossible.
This man was truly a warrior!
Anyone willing to use their most precious lifespan to temper the Three Calamities—if that was not a warrior, then what was?
Badass indeed!
Especially when Wang Wu nonchalantly went on to open the second box containing Evil Wind, their admiration only grew.
Once the three seals had been opened, Wang Wu waved his hand. A vast mass of Yin Fire enveloped the surroundings and, as obedient as an arm or finger, pulled the Evil Wind from the box and likewise injected it precisely into the reserved ports.
There was actually nothing difficult about it. Yes, this step alone—give it to a mortal, and it was merely splitting something into three hundred equal portions.
But the prerequisite was that one had to spend at least thirty thousand years of lifespan to raise both Yin Fire Resistance and Evil Wind Resistance above 9,000 points.
Unfortunately, Wang Wu's Evil Wind Resistance had also reached 9,011 points.
Thirty thousand years of lifespan—who would dare imagine it? He had spent it the moment he said he would. Which Taiyi immortal would dare play like that? Even if they did, they would only level up one of them. Take Feng Muhan, for example: he had directly raised Evil Wind Resistance to 9,999 points, while his Yin Fire and Yang Thunder had only reached the minimum difficulty threshold of 4,999