The Goddess of Sin had really gone all out to save her number-one Tool Person!
Even though his body had been strengthened to the limit and was now practically unbreakable,
the instant his shoulder slammed into the armor, Fu Qian still felt the thorns' razor-sharp points, as if they were about to pierce straight through him.
At the same time, the chaotic power clinging to them coursed into his body, leaving him stiff and numb.
No matter. He'd achieved his goal.
Fu Qian expressionlessly pulled his arm away from the armor.
In that frenzied collision, William had been knocked straight into the thorns, and his slight advantage in affinity had finally failed him.
The armor's surface was now covered in fine marks, far deeper than before.
Of course, the marks were still healing with stubborn resolve.
Boom!
Fu Qian's body had barely straightened when he slammed into it again with another Iron Mountain Lean.
How could he give you a chance to recover?
Even wearing blade armor wouldn't save your damn head today.
Eliminating the Goddess of Sin had never been part of his mission. The one he was supposed to deal with was William, the Tool Person.
As flesh and blood flew, Fu Qian stopped caring what he looked like.
Under the repeated blows, the silver armor smeared with his flesh and blood was on the verge of falling apart.
Finally, as he drove a punch into it, an indescribable wail rang out from the armor, and it shattered with a crash.
William could no longer maintain his Mythical Form.
His towering metal body shrank in an instant, until he was left as a blood-soaked man.
Even now, the razor-sharp, dark-red thorns had not vanished. They remained embedded deep in his body.
"You..."
William had just begun to speak