The light inside the temple was not bright, in fact, it could be described as dim. Suddenly spotting a metallic beast lurking at a bend in the passage with a menacing appearance that seemed ready to choose someone to devour, even Song Jian's heart skipped a beat, let alone the others.
The armor's surface radiated a faint metallic luster, and it was thanks to Wei Qing's sharp eyesight; otherwise, in such a dim environment, it would have been very difficult to detect its presence.
Lin Tian held his weapon across his chest and subconsciously took two steps back, while Wei Qing also clenched the shield in his hand, placing it in front of him.
"What kind of monster is that?" the white-robed priest asked softly, fearing that a loud voice might awaken the metal beast.
