A flash of inspiration struck Lin Xuan—Rare Metal, he happened to have some!
Without a moment's hesitation, he took out two entirely black Hundred Refinements Tungsten Steel Hammers from his storage pendant.
Though tungsten steel was not as rare as Sinking Silver, it was still a genuine Rare Metal. It was hard, highly resilient, and an excellent material rarely found in forging.
He had originally wanted to keep this pair of hammers as mementos, since they had accompanied him through years of forging. But now, at this critical juncture between life and death, turning them into greater strength was the only way.
Sacrificing a memento in exchange for the confidence to stay alive was absolutely worth it.
After setting down the Tungsten Steel Hammers, Lin Xuan took out two Thousand Forging Deep Silver Hammers that gleamed with a silver-white luster.
Their familiar, heavy weight settled into his hands. Each hammer weighed three hundred jin, for a full six hundred jin together.
If this weight were placed on Tang San, he probably would not even be able to walk. But for Lin Xuan, whose body had been tempered by the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and whose compatibility with his weapons had increased after the Blood Sacrifice, they were not easy to wield, but they moved as naturally as his own arms.
With the weight and hardness of these two Silver Sinking Hammers alone, without using any soul skill, Lin Xuan was confident he could steadily defeat an ordinary Soul Elder. Even against a Soul Ancestor, he could hold his own for a while.
He tossed the Tungsten Steel Hammers into the blazing furnace. The flames instantly surged high, their orange-red glow illuminating the forging table in crimson.
Drawing on the forging experience inherited from Tang Wulin, Lin Xuan patiently waited for