"How is it, is that guy dead?" The disciples of the Wind Chasing Division nervously looked at the most turbulent area of the Refined Gold Breaking Mountain Array, eyes filled with anticipation.
Only Liou Yuan's expression was somber, as if he had eaten a dead rat.
Under his Evil Eyes' gaze, the spiritual power fluctuations belonging to Xu Hetong were still strong in the area bombarded by the array's power.
It was even stronger than before; clearly, the power of the Refined Gold Breaking Mountain Array had not caused much harm.
The light quickly dissipated.
Xu Hetong stood in the array, clad in a suit of white bone armor, with bone spikes weaving across it, each bone glowing with a gleaming white light.
Among those pale armors, the traces of countless Flying Sword slashes were faintly visible.
But not a single attack broke through this armor's defense, all attacks were blocked.
