The smoke and dust over the drill grounds had yet to settle completely.
The watching cultivators gazed at the demon-armored figure standing in the field like a demonic god, their eyes filling with deeper awe.
Their whispers gradually faded, finally giving way to an oppressive silence.
With complicated looks in their eyes, the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only a scene of devastation and the unsettled turbulence of spiritual power in the air.
Qing Chen leaned on the Pojun Battle Halberd, dark as blood-black ink.
The savage baleful aura swirling around him and that heart-stopping air of annihilation receded like an ebbing tide into the Black Demon Blood Armor.
From the jagged blood grooves on the armor came a faint thirst for blood.
He lowered his head and brushed a hand over the breastplate protecting his heart, dark red as congealed blood marrow.
Back then, he had given up the Dragon Robe in Battle Armor and deep-sea sinking silver in exchange for this Black Demon Blood Armor;
Beyond its astonishing defense, which could withstand some of the bombardment of Dharma Nascent Soul true essence head-on;
More important still was its core, made primarily from fourth-tier low-grade blood marrow crystal!
The words of that Army Supervisor who was a master artificer still echoed in his ears:
"This armor thirsts for blood and can amplify the strength of the physical body. If you can find more, higher-tier blood marrow crystals or similar rare artifacts in the future... this armor still has a chance to advance in tier!"
Potential-that was what Qing Chen valued most.
He, Qing Chen, never made a losing bargain.
A warm, smooth, yet vast sensation came through his palm from the high-grade Fortune Talisman he had just won.
Sensing the abundant power of fortune within it, more than ten times