C2943 It Was a Sword a Dragon?

It's a sword, a dragon?

"Bang!"

He crashed into a big tree and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was as pale as paper and his head was covered in cold sweat. He looked at his broken arm and said, "My hand, my hand..."

"Ah!"

He screamed in pain.

To a Refiner, losing a hand was equivalent to losing his life.

No matter how strong Refiner was, he couldn't forge a weapon with a single hand