In an instant, the already scorching flames suddenly surged wildly, purple flames like a raging beast, fiercely licking the surrounding air.
Enveloped by the flames, three emerald green wooden swords slowly took shape amidst this fiery torrent.
On the emerald green blades, a sharp and fierce aura instantly spread out.
Next, Xu Ping methodically continued to toss various auxiliary materials into the flames.
These auxiliary materials came in various forms, some resembling crystal-clear gems, others resembling shimmering metal fragments.
Time passed slowly.
Under the relentless hammering of the flames, three initially embryonic sword embryos gradually emerged in the fire.
"Rise!"
Xu Ping changed his spell, accompanied by a gentle exclamation.
Clang, clang, clang!
At this moment, within the flames, the three top-grade wooden swords emitted a clear and crisp sound.
