The four supreme beings behind him quietly took a few steps back - they really couldn't resist the aura of the supreme beings.

After a while, the old man's forehead began to sweat, and his face became paler.

It lasted for about ten minutes. After finishing a set of hand techniques, he lowered his arms and let out a long breath, "It's getting harder and harder..."

"But this luck... is so strange! Could it be..."

No one answered his words, the atmosphere in the room was extremely solemn, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

After about half an hour, the sound of the machine's motor became softer and quieter, gradually reducing to almost nothing.

The old man shook his head dejectedly, "The consumption has become even greater and we can't continue."

The four people behind him looked at each other, and one of them, a middle-aged man, said, "Sir, there are still a thousand spiritual stones."

"Save it," the old man said expressionlessly, "Another ten thousand yuan won't be enough."

The female Supreme said tentatively, "Then...is 20,000 yuan enough?"

The old man looked at her indifferently and said, "For this little thing, you need 20,000 spiritual stones...do you have that many spiritual stones in the divine writings?"

"Not much," the woman replied in a deep voice, "but isn't the spirit stone just for use on the blade?"

If Da Vinci saw this scene, he would probably vomit blood.

He could clearly know that he had one hundred and thirty-five spiritual stones left, which was really not enough compared to this handiwork.

The power of individuals and organizations is truly incomparable.

However, this decision was only made after the Big Seven met. They believed that this incident was very serious.
Chapter completed!