A bloodthirsty aura emerged from the figure in silver armor that had appeared atop the city walls, drawing over numerous shocked gazes.

Little by little, the mockery on Wang Chaotian’s face turned rigid at this moment, the expression in his eyes incomparably grave as he stared at the silver figure Zhou Yuan had transformed into. The former could feel an aura that was truly able to threaten him.

The corners of Wang Chaotian’s eyes twitched as he chillingly said through gritted teeth, “You do have some ability.”

Although he did not know why the silver armor figure would give off such a dangerous feeling, he had to admit that he now no longer dared to hold any contempt in his heart.

The silver armor figure’s eyes opened, revealing the silver light swirling within. In the next moment, its foot suddenly stamped downwards.

Bang!

The city wall seemed to shake for an instant as the figure transformed into a flash of silver light. A silver fist was sent flying towards Wang Chaotian,...