Chen Mo slowly rose from the mouth of the hole and appeared on the ground.
The armor's iron cocoon vanished, revealing Chen Mo's true form. The blue ghostly glow emerging from his body was not fluorescence flowing across his skin, but a self-luminous state of being.
The ghostly glow carried a fatal allure.
As the dust settled, Chen Mo simply raised his head and stared at Tong Qing.
The two faced each other, one above and one below.
Was this his special state?
A sense of danger rose from Tong Qing's heart, shocking him deeply. Danger—how many years had it been since he had felt such danger? It suddenly felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Then Tong Qing laughed at himself.
When had he become afraid, even for that brief moment? The word fear had actually returned to his vocabulary. He was still not mature enough.
The universe was vast and hid countless secrets. Even in this age when civilization had developed to its peak, there were still many unsolved mysteries. It was not strange for Chen Mo to enter such a state. Since he existed, it was reasonable.
Yet his curiosity toward Fourth Dimension Life had risen another level.
At this moment, even Tong Qing felt desire and greed. For the first time in his life, he felt envy. He had never envied even the powerhouses recorded in legends, nor the Purple Emperor, who had been hailed as a legend, but now he did.
He considered his body nearly flawless, yet before Chen Mo's body, it still seemed somewhat lacking.
That kick from the battle armor earlier could have gravely wounded even a God-level Lifeform, leaving it on the brink of death. The strength of a living body could not compare to materials synthesized through cutting-edge technology. That was certain. Even a