At this moment, the Human King wore a full suit of golden armor, its lines smooth, rigid yet supple. A majestic roaring beast was engraved upon his chest, making him look imposing and awe-inspiring—even more handsome than Su Hao's Wing Armor. The bearing of a king was displayed to the fullest.
The Human King held a long blade and calmly raised his head, his sharp eyes locked onto the black speck slowly crossing the sky.
He did not know what was in the sky, but whatever it was, if it dared invade, he was confident he could crush it.
Even though he was already old and frail, even though one foot was nearly in the grave, he remained confident. That confidence had been forged through battle after battle, slaughter after slaughter, throughout his life.
It was not only him. Everyone gathered around the Human King was filled with faith in this old man.
The Human King was forever undefeated.
Soon, accompanied by a rumbling roar, the little black speck gradually drew near, and everyone finally saw what it looked like.
No, it was not a black speck. It was a gleaming silver Armored Man, with two thin Flying Wings slanting backward from his back like a sharp triangle, piercing through the sky at astonishing speed.
The Armored Man in the air seemed to have a huge metal sphere strapped to his back? A smaller metal sphere trailed beneath him as well.
The overall sight was exceedingly strange.
Yet a single thought sprang up in everyone's heart: "This armor is so handsome."
Then a huge question mark arose: He was not even flapping his wings, so how could he fly freely through the high skies like a bird? "Whoosh—boom—"
The Armored Man streaked across the skies above the main city, drawing