The white-haired man had to guard the bronze furnace and continuously feed it fire-aspect True Essence Power to keep the flames burning within. To guard against any mishap, he had also set up a small defensive array within the Blood Prison Soul-Refining Array, enveloping himself and the bronze furnace in a curtain of light.
Chen Fan was in no hurry. He concealed his aura and hid beyond the void. What he was waiting for was the instant, forty-nine hours later, when the white-haired man finished refining the Soul Devouring Banner and took it out—that would be the perfect chance for Chen Fan to strike.
In truth, even an ordinary Spirit Tool could not possibly be refined in such a short time, much less the Soul Devouring Banner, which could be considered a Magic Tool.
However, Chen Fan had heard the white-haired man's words and knew that this Soul Devouring Banner had already been refined for decades. Now, all that remained was to completely merge the souls into it. The Golden Thunder Bamboo the white-haired man had tossed in earlier was most likely meant to serve as the banner's pole. Once this Magic Tool was successfully refined, not only would its power be astounding, but it could also be used as a weapon to clash head-on with enemies—after all, Golden Thunder Bamboo was even tougher than hundred-forged Refined Iron.
Before long, the seven times seven, forty-nine hours were about to pass—four full days. Chen Fan sat motionless where he was, his eyes fixed on the white-haired man the entire time.
Over those four days of waiting, Chen Fan came to understand more and more just how terrifying the Soul Devouring Banner was. Every day at the third quarter of the hour of the Rat, a hundred thousand wronged souls would wail