"Dark Cloud Armor?" Mi Ziwen looked at Shi Songtao's armor with a puzzled look.
"Deputy Master," Zhou Shu said calmly.
Shi Songtao understood and raised his head proudly. The spiritual essence in his body exploded.
The cloud patterns on his Dark Cloud Armor lit up, and a faint layer of mystic light appeared on his black armor.
"Sir Mi, attack me!" Shi Songtao said.
Mi Ziwen frowned.
Swish!
Shi Songtao's body flew through the air and slammed like a cannonball into the high iron wall nearby.
Boom!
There was a crash, and the iron wall shook.
Shi Songtao slid from the high wall to the ground. He clutched his chest and coughed violently.
Are you serious, Sir Mi? He looked up at Mi Ziwen with some bitterness.
Mi Ziwen's mouth opened slightly. The shocked expression on his face hadn't disappeared since he entered this camp!
