Divine Foundation Amber, Night Banquet at Li Mountain!

He stroked the layers of armor plates climbing up over his chest, feeling not the slightest discomfort in controlling them.

His torso was wrapped in pitch-black, matte armor that spread toward his limbs.

A Grim beast head condensed over each shoulder, clinging to his upper and lower arms before winding around all five fingers. At the knees, a row of black, dragon-claw-like great spikes hooked downward, capable of both wounding enemies and greatly reinforcing the defense there.

From the craftsmanship of Demon-Subduing alone, it was clear that Grandmaster Yang was not only highly skilled, but also had impeccable taste.

Meng Chuan greatly liked Grim's new design. It possessed a weightiness it had lacked before, and felt far more oppressive.

In his previous view, it had looked like a black porcupine, covered head to toe in spikes...

Black Scale surged upward layer by layer from his neck, perfectly adhering to his face. Even his eyes were covered by Black Scale.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes. The Black Scale clung to his eyelids and sank into his eye sockets. So long as he closed his eyes again, not a single patch of skin would remain exposed.

He moved his limbs without the slightest sense of stiffness. To him, armor weighing several hundred tons was as light and thin as a feather.

Gradually, a stream of information welled up in his mind, as though the spirituality born from the fifth-rank Grim was making contact with him.

A cool sensation first entered his mind, then permeated the heavens and earth within and without. The joy in Meng Chuan's heart far exceeded his previous expectations!

"Father-in-law, that's damn generous!"

The beast scales, the hundred tons of Demonic Iron Essence, and the innate thunder Killing Intent used in thunder forging had all been purchased and provided