"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Luo Zheng and Ling Shuang were hanging on the wall more than a dozen zhang above the ground, watching helplessly as the two suits of armor climbed up. In the blink of an eye, they had already reached a height of eight or nine zhang.
Ling Shuang clung to Luo Zheng and felt that she ought to do something too.
The Witch Soul Necklace flashed, and a small soul sword shot downward from above.
"Clink, clink, clink, clink!"
The small soul sword was indeed unstoppable against Yang Souls, but when it struck the armor, it was practically meaningless beyond producing a series of crisp rings.
Seeing the armor drawing closer and closer, Ling Shuang shook her head lightly. "It's useless. This armor is too strong..."
While observing the armor, Luo Zheng raised his head and studied the area above.
Although the passage leading upward had collapsed, that small opening still remained. After turning the matter over in his mind, he said, "Don't lose heart. We can't beat them, but we can always escape!"
"How do we escape?" Ling Shuang asked.
"Just watch," Luo Zheng said with a smile.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The two suits of armor climbed several more zhang and had already reached Luo Zheng's feet.
Their shapes were roughly human, but they only had two hands. With both Rusted Sabers thrust into the wall, they could not attack.
Judging from their performance so far, the two suits of armor did not possess particularly high intelligence either.
When one of the suits of armor was still half a zhang away from Luo Zheng, he said, "Hold tight!"
Ling Shuang wrapped both arms tightly around Luo Zheng's neck and suddenly felt herself dropping.
Luo Zheng stepped onto the armor's shoulder. His strength erupted once more, and his