The dark clouds fully scattered, the Demon Army routed, and a crimson armor unit ripped through the frigid atmosphere, descending not far from the Platinum Armor.
Accompanied by a series of clacking sounds of mechanisms unlocking and disengaging, a locking pin popped out from the spine at the back of the armor. Yu Feng stepped out from within, landed on the ground, and kicked up a billow of dust.
That was white dust formed from evil demons being shattered, ground to nothing, then scorched and baked under the Light of the Abyss. Standing amid this smoky haze, this swordsman who had campaigned for a hundred years stared, dazed, through dust and wind at the Giant God towering directly before him.
With a human body gazing up from below, he felt only vastness.
