The Iron Han Armor was like a cannonball, flying backward and knocking down over a dozen houses before embedding into a wall.
The Iron Han Armor was severely damaged, with Ning Zhuo's forearm almost completely exposed. A large piece of the armor's chest was missing, and the helmet was full of cracks. It would not be surprising if it shattered completely in the next second.
"Boss!" Ning Zhuo didn't care to check his own injuries and immediately searched for Sun Lingtong.
Sun Lingtong lay in the ruins of the house ahead, struggling desperately, but his body was weak, pinned down by bricks and a half-broken beam, unable to free himself.
Ning Zhuo activated the Iron Han Armor and hurried over.
He bent down, ready to clear the debris and drag Sun Lingtong out.
But the next moment, Sun Lingtong's face suddenly twisted into a snarl, his fingers like knives slipping through the large gaps in the armor, piercing into Ning Zhuo's abdomen.
