Li Mo swung his hammer, delivering a home run to the dark clouds pressing down on the city. Exhaustion surged through his body, but beneath his tattered clothes, his skin shimmered with the light of tribulation.

Zheng—

The Hammer Treasure reverted from a large hammer to a small one, its mysterious patterns extinguished, appearing like the simplest forging hammer, yet the aura it emitted was awe-inspiring.

It quietly awaited the new name its master would give it after its rebirth.