The vacuum, which was hundreds of meters long, was really tough on the golden armor. Even though the golden armor did not need to breathe and its body was very hard, it had nearly died of exhaustion in the vacuum universe.
Wei Huo waited for the golden armor at the finish line with the short-haired girl. He could only let her be. For the time being, he could lead her like a child and let her grow slowly. She was a blank piece of paper. What kind of painting could be painted on it would depend on how Wei Huo taught her.
They arrived at the seventh level after waiting for the golden armor to arrive.
The moment they arrived at the seventh level, countless streams of spiritual energy surged toward them. This pure spiritual energy kept repairing the damage to their bodies and replenishing their essence energy. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, they sat down cross-legged and kept absorbing the spiritual energy.
