Just as Yang Yi finished cutting away the obstructing tentacles, before the whirlpool at sea had disappeared, an unnatural bulge appeared on Dream Island's surface. It burst open, and Yang Yi shot out.
At some point, Yang Yi had already entered Dream Island and begun wreaking havoc. When he burst out, he brought a cloud of blood mist with him-shredded flesh and bodily fluids expelled by the impact, as though a heavy artillery shell had punched straight through.
"So strong..."
Yang Yi vented the destructive urges in his heart without completely losing himself in them, carefully feeling the changes in his body.
Yes, his body.
This suit of Abyssal One Armor was now his body, while his actual flesh had become nourishment to fuel its movements.
No wonder only the finest warriors could use this armor. At this rate of consumption, an ordinary person probably would have been dried to a husk before taking a single step... no, reduced to scraps.
"Strength and speed have improved across the board. It has a natural resistance to dissolution, and it can extend as needed, transforming into whatever weapon I want."
Yang Yi assessed it as he examined his "body." There were only slight signs of dissolution, a few pits corroded into the red carapace that were barely noticeable without a close look.
And this armor was far from simple. As Yang Yi familiarized himself with it, warning symbols appeared in his field of vision from time to time, providing almost instinctive alerts to potential dangers and attacks.
It felt like a supercomputer had been implanted in his brain, one that operated independently and made judgments based on battlefield conditions, while leaving Yang Yi to decide how to act.
Its predictions were incredibly precise, even indicating where the next tentacle would emerge.
Yang