The leader of the Pangu Guard nodded as he spoke, his gaze fixed on this leader of the Pangu Guard. He said coldly, "Now you have nothing left to rely on, do you?"
"Brat, take this!"
The leader of the Pangu Guard roared and swung his halberd viciously at Lu Feng. The weapon hurtled straight toward Lu Feng's head at astonishing speed.
Yet Lu Feng showed no intention of dodging. He stood where he was and waited for the attack. "You're courting death!"
Seeing that Lu Feng made no move to dodge, the Pangu Guard leader's expression changed, shock filling his eyes. "You're the one who's going to die!"
Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out beside Lu Feng. He turned and saw a figure standing in front of him. His gaze immediately settled on the man shielding him.
The man was wrapped in black robes. His face looked as though it had been carved with a knife and chiseled with an axe, all sharply defined angles. He had thick eyebrows, finely sculpted features, a straight nose, and keen, deep eyes.
He wore a suit of silver-white Battle Armor. The armor gleamed silver-white, with lifelike silver dragons coiling across its surface.
A terrifying aura radiated from the Battle Armor, as though this silver-white suit were the very soul of the armor itself.
Even Lu Feng felt his heart tremble under that oppressive presence.
The aura emanating from the silver-white Battle Armor had reached the fourth level of the Saint Realm. It was utterly terrifying, as though a Primordial Fierce Beast had descended.
"Who are you?"
The leader of the Pangu Guard stared at the man before him and demanded coldly. "You're not qualified to ask. My name is White Emperor!" White Emperor snapped coldly at the Pangu Guard member.