Xu Yunfan fell from the nine-foot-high platform, his body twitching slightly on the ground. Sparks shot from his seven orifices.
The green bricks beneath his feet had melted into a crimson slurry. The extreme heat made the dark-gold Dragon Scale Armor glow a brilliant gold. No matter how resilient Xu Yunfan's body was, how could it survive inside armor flowing with molten rock?
Immense regret surged through Zhan Yan's heart, and tears welled in his fierce eyes. A single moment of carelessness had led to this catastrophe.
He had dedicated his entire life to forging weapons, yet he had never managed to create a single Divine Weapon. Now, he had committed a grave taboo.
Seeing Xu Yunfan's body emit a crisp, crackling sound and faintly smelling the scent of cooking flesh, Zhan Yan felt a desire to die.
He cast aside all hesitation and rushed forward, intending to find a way to remove the Dragon Scale Armor.
"WHOOSH!"
