The twilight air is filled with frost and snow.
The cold light shines on the iron coat.
No... not Iron Clothes.
At this mont, what penetrated Mr. Zhuo's body and lifted him high was a sharp and slender iron spear. The "iron clothes" in the tomb were made of a very special material, a special iron quality that Gu Shen could not understand.
But, it is still iron!
As long as it is still iron, the 【Iron Throne】 can change its "form"...iron clothes, iron boots, iron hat, or iron spear.
No matter what form it is...
As long as the "sturdiness" of this iron coat remains unchanged and it can break the opponent's defense and create a wound, then it is enough.
Gu Shen, lying in the snow, slowly opened his eyes.
He looked a little pale.
In order to deliver "this spear" perfectly, he also paid a lot of price. The blood at this mont was real. His ribs were pierced by the small sword, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The breath of spring repaired the physical injuries very quickly.
But... a blood hole penetrated, and blood was flowing continuously.
It soon soaked the snow.
Because of the coldness, the pain from the wound had not yet erupted. Gu Shen sat up with his support on the ground. He looked at the body that was lifted high by him.
There was hot blood on Gu Shen's face.
This blood is not his.
But Mr. Zhuo’s...
"you……"
Mr. Zhuo's pupils were a little dizzy. At the mont when the iron spear penetrated his body, he understood a lot of things, but there were also many things that he didn't understand.
He struggled to find sothing to say.
But his chest was punctured and his heart was stabbed.
Every word he says is a huge burden... Even though Mr. Zhuo is a third-stage transcendent who has condensed his own domain and transcended the ordinary categories in terms of "spirit" and "ability
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