Taotie's eyes bulged, round and wide.
The expression on its face was as if it had seen a ghost.
More precisely, it really had seen a ghost.
The towering figure clad head to toe in armor before it was the ghost Taotie saw.
If you were to say that the other party was human, Taotie wouldn't believe it.
Who, in their right mind, would wear such a thing in real life?
In history, there was a cold weapon known as the nuclear bomb of the era, the Strange Dagger from the Tang Dynasty which could cleave both man and horse with a single stroke!
The armor it wore was also from the Tang Dynasty, the Sturdy Mingguang Armor.
With such gear, an average person could neither wear nor even lift a single piece of it.
To move and resist in it, one would have to be at least as strong as Taotie, but even then, Taotie was not confident it could move freely once armored.
"Old Tom, we've encountered a sticky rice dumpling!"
Taotie shouted to Tom on the crossbeam.
