Ahead of Pang Ji's mutilated corpse, that group remained remarkably composed. Apart from the person who had spoken earlier, no one else showed any reaction. They all stood firmly where they were, their entire bodies reflecting a metallic sheen.
Yes, metal. There were ten people over there, every one of them helmeted and armored. Thick armor covered every inch of their bodies. Just by looking, it had to weigh several hundred jin, making one wonder whether they could even move while wearing such heavy armor.
Yu Ci had never seen armored cultivators before. Now he had. He stared at the person at the very front. This person's status appeared extremely high, because his armor was the most ornate among the group.
The armor was entirely sky-blue. Though its helmet, shoulder guards, armored skirt, heavy boots, and other components were separate pieces, each was densely engraved with intricate patterns. Yet they gave off a powerful sense of unified wholeness, as though they formed one seamless body. They were likely some special kind of rune pattern.
What left the deepest impression was the man's face. The main body of his helmet was sky-blue metal, but the faceplate was an eye-catching antique bronze. It had been carved into savage facial features, while five sharp, fin-like blades spread evenly in five directions around its edges. Worn over the head, it looked at first glance like the skull of some monstrous beast, chilling anyone who looked upon it.
Yu Ci also noticed two objects crossed behind the man's shoulders, like banners yet not banners. They were five chi long, and their surfaces were metal as well. The rune designs upon them were exquisite and splendid, flowing with intense spiritual radiance. One glance was enough to tell that they were extraordinary.
Yu Ci glanced at the