A bloodthirsty aura emerged from the figure in silver armor that had appeared atop the city walls, drawing over numerous shocked gazes.

Little by little, the mockery on Wang Chaotian’s face turned rigid at this moment, the expression in his eyes incomparably grave as he stared at the silver figure Zhou Yuan had transformed into. The former could feel an aura that was truly able to threaten him.

The corners of Wang Chaotian’s eyes twitched as he chillingly said through gritted ...