By the east wall of the quiet room stood a dressing table. Meng Zhao strode up to it and looked into the mirror embedded at its center, clearly seeing the full appearance of the Azure Dragon Armor.
This suit of armor, forged from materials such as Emperor Yu's Evil Eye, the Azure Dragon Soul, and an Outer-space Meteorite, was pure azure throughout, its lines hard and sharp. Three spikes jutted outward from each shoulder, while the chest armor resembled a dragon's head, its mouth thrown open in a long roar.
His arms, legs, and other parts were wrapped in cylindrical plates of armor, each engraved with conspicuous vertical patterns that seemed to contain some mysterious power.
How should he put it? It was vastly different from the General's Battle Armor currently commissioned by the Great Yong Army.
It was simple and light, without that bloated, clumsy feel.
Its style and spirit were remarkably similar to the Saint Cloth from a Saint Seiya comic Meng Zhao remembered from his previous life.
Of course, no matter how impressive its appearance was, Meng Zhao did not care. What concerned him more was how effective this armor truly was.
Meng Zhao carefully sensed it. A tiny round pupil, as fine as a grain of rice, was still hidden beneath the skin between his brows. It was the core of the entire Azure Dragon Armor, connecting every part of his body and serving as the key to manifesting the armor.
More importantly, after activating the armor, Meng Zhao's Mental Power flowed into the round pupil and underwent a transformation. He could then sense with incomparable clarity the countless, dazzlingly colored strands of vital energy within the void.
Meng Zhao's heart stirred with excitement. This was a special method only Innate Realm Warriors possessed, yet though