At the sight of Meng Chao's wooden, stunned expression, the Snow Leopard Female Warrior finally felt satisfied.
So this guy who looks so mysterious and omnipotent has moments when he goes dumbfounded too! she thought happily.
To begin with, using the Mithril Ripper to devour the chest armor fragment of Million Steam Hammers right in front of Meng Chao had been meant to flaunt her strength, intimidate petty foes, and seize back the initiative.
But Ice Storm quickly realized something was wrong.
The guy opposite her was indeed frozen in place, but there was little reverence in his eyes. Instead, they brimmed with intense interest.
His increasingly sharp gaze was like two blades as thin as cicada wings, as though he wanted to slice her Totem Armor apart and study it piece by piece.
"W-what kind of monster is this guy?"
Ice Storm was stunned again. "Does he not even have the concept of 'fear'?"
Indeed, for Meng Chao, who had witnessed the flames of doomsday and the Ancient Battlefield, no matter how bizarre or ferocious the Totem Armor appeared, there was no reason for him to feel even a shred of fear.
He was merely growing more and more interested in this super individual combat weapon system, which contained vast amounts of Black Technology and clearly surpassed the clan era, even the Information Age in which Dragon City existed.
"So Totem Armor evolves by devouring one another?"
Turning into a curious child, he eagerly asked Ice Storm.
This time, Ice Storm became certain that this "Harvester" truly was not a spy from Holy Light Land.
Holy Light Land and Turanze had been entangled for tens of thousands of years, enemies locked in a fight to the death. They understood one another extremely well.
In Holy Light Land, whether mages,