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The temperature in the room had already climbed to a level unbearable for ordinary people.
A single drop of water would instantly turn to steam!
However, standing close to the Earthfire Crucible, Wang Chen's expression did not show the slightest change, an invisible force separating him from the scorching heat outside.
His right palm, as if stuck to the body of the crucible, had remained in place the entire time.
And the time left for Wang Chen was less than half a two-hour period.
But he continued unruffled, maintaining his own artifact refining rhythm, as if completely unaware of the passing time.
After roughly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Wang Chen suddenly shifted his expression and fiercely pushed his left palm outwards.
Bang!
The blazing crucible, responding to the palm, roared, and the lid flew up instantly.
Flames surged out, mixed in with a completely red-hot flying dagger.