However, Yang Chen was, after all, exceptionally composed. He quickly came back to his senses and noticed the two enormous Dao slaves standing before the Gate of Proving the Dao. Clad in black armor, these two gigantic Dao slaves looked exactly like the Black Armored Dao slaves he had learned about.
Unlike the Purple Gold Dao slaves and True Silver Dao slaves, these Black Armored Dao slaves were astonishingly huge, each dozens of zhang tall. The terrifying pressure they exuded was enough to crush the breath from one's lungs.
Yang Chen looked at the Black Armored Dao slaves and did not dare act rashly. Rationally speaking, if a Black Armored Dao slave required a large number of Fire Spirit Beasts working together to deal with it, then he and the Seven-Colored Peacock alone stood absolutely no chance against one.
As the King of Dao slaves, what could one obtain by killing this Black Armored Dao slave? This question instinctively arose in Yang Chen's heart.
It was not strange that he was curious. Anyone who saw this would wonder the same thing.
Bronze Dao slaves produced Bronze Dao Slave Key fragments, while True Silver and Purple Gold Dao slaves produced True Silver and Purple Gold Dao Slave fragments respectively. What about Black Armored Dao slaves?
As he pondered, Yang Chen suddenly frowned. "Senior Caiyi, did you hear anything?"
"Hear what?" Caiyi asked in confusion.
"There's a sound. Roughly several dozen kilometers away, there seems to be the sound of fighting..." Yang Chen said in a low voice.
"The sound of fighting? Impossible. I'm a demon beast; my ears are far sharper than yours. If there really were fighting sounds, how could I not have heard them?" Caiyi said.
Yang Chen did not explain much. "Let's go take a look."
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