"Who the hell are you? Why would I need your support?" Bai Ye gave him a contemptuous glance, then waved to the Ten Kings behind him.
"They're all yours."
"Just sit back and watch!" Painter chuckled and stepped forward, rubbing his hands together, his eyes brimming with ill intent.
Every single person sitting here had put out a warrant for him at some point.
Now that Candle Dragon, the Black King's disciple, was backing him, when else would he get his revenge?
Watching Painter draw closer, everyone was both shocked and furious. None of them had expected Candle Dragon to lash out over a disagreement at this moment of life or death, when they should have set aside all grudges and united every force they could.
"Candle Dragon! Don't push us!" the lord of Yellow Sand City roared, slamming his hand onto the silver briefcase beside him. Its lid sprang open.
Silver-white power armor components poured out like living creatures, rapidly attaching themselves to his limbs and torso and assembling.
In an instant, silver power armor covered his entire body, gleaming coldly!
Painter stopped in his tracks. "Well, well. Old Era battlefield power armor?"
"Candle Dragon! You still want to fight among ourselves at a time like this!?" Shocked and furious, the Lin Clan patriarch reached for the metal belt at his waist. Cold mechanical patterns ran across its alloy surface, and a deep-blue energy button was embedded in the center.
The moment his fingertip touched it, a hum rang out, and a pale-blue, translucent arc of energy sprang up, shielding him securely.
"An Old Era energy shield?" Painter quietly retreated half a step. Sure enough, every one of them had a trick or two up his sleeve.
"Candle Dragon, your stubbornness will get all of North Mang killed! You'll