Bai lingyue smiled cruelly. stupid brother, " she said. you're lucky to be on the right side. You're unlucky. Have you ever reflected on why all the experts in the world are willing to join hands to kill you today? After you die, I will refine Ramayan's armor again and use it to conquer the world."
Ling Baiyi's body trembled violently, and his muscles began to twist as if he was trying to resist the pain in his soul.
He slowly raised his hand and grabbed the armor in front of him.
The armor pulsated as if it had a life of its own, and it fused into his body. Ling Baiyi's entire body began to change, and with every tremble, his body became blurry and larger.
"Pipa!"
A series of bone-cracking sounds could be heard. Ling Baiyi's body had grown by more than three feet, and his body was covered with purple scales. Two horns had grown on his forehead, just like the God of killing, Ramayan!
