Qin Wanyang fell to the ground and looked up, his expression shifting uncertainly.
Xie Xuanyi then stopped his forward steps.
That towering figure standing atop the city wall, surrounded by a layer of pitch-black luster, with countless black irons revolving around his forearms and shoulders, coalescing into pieces of floating armor. Just one glance bestowed an immense sense of oppression... These floating armors covered him from head to toe, making him resemble a "Titan of Iron," lavishly crafted by the Great Chu Imperial Family, only revealing his eyes.
But it was precisely those eyes that were enough for acquaintances to recognize his identity.
The reason Xie Xuanyi halted his steps
was because he knew... that today's farce was probably coming to an end.
"Big brother?"
Qin Wanyang stared at the iron giant before him, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Swoosh!"
The pitch-black luster faded as Divine Thought swept over it, unraveling on its own.
