C879 He Was Going to Snatch Your Immortal Fire

Elder Van's entire face began to contort:

"One hour! Ou Yezhang, are you freaking joking? If you can actually refine Ink Crystal in an hour, I'll chop off my own head and use it as a soccer ball for you!"

His words were impulsive, yet they echoed the sentiments of most of the spectators.

Everyone was aware of the formidable hardness of Ink Crystal