Jiang Hai's expression remained unchanged, as though he had not heard Xuan Ziwen. He lifted over a thousand kilograms of materials with one hand and walked straight to the workbench. Everyone froze at the sight. What tremendous strength!
They could sense that Jiang Hai had not used any soul power. He had lifted over a thousand kilograms of materials through sheer physical strength.
Was he even human?
Under their wavering gazes, Jiang Hai willed a Heart Mirror to hover before him. Soul tool arrays appeared across its surface, reflecting rainbow light, while illusory soul rings emerged behind him.
"A martial soul?" Everyone stared in surprise. A spark blossomed at the center of the Heart Mirror, dispelling the gloom and bringing a trace of clarity to every heart.
The spark spread, quickly becoming a blazing flame that hovered before Jiang Hai. The air grew hot and dry in an instant, constantly warping beneath the crimson flames-a clear sign of their terrifying temperature.
Soon, the flames engulfed the refined iron.
Under the scorching heat, the refined iron began to melt, gradually becoming a mass of molten iron. Its impurities turned into wisps of black smoke within the flames and vanished.
Such a high temperature! It actually burned away every impurity in the refined iron. Still, what is too rigid breaks easily. Sometimes, the presence of those impurities is not necessarily a bad thing!
Xuan Ziwen marveled inwardly. One thing was undeniable: for a soul engineer, commanding a high-temperature flame could yield twice the results with half the effort. Although many soul tools or geothermal flames could achieve the same effect, the difficulty of controlling them was worlds apart.
But Jiang Hai did not stop. He slapped the workbench, and a lump of silvery-white metal immediately merged into the scorching molten iron.
Titanium