There was a clang.

It seemed like some metal object fell to the ground.

Chen Jing hurriedly looked up and saw that the armor walking in the front had disintegrated!

Yes.

This change of self-disintegration caught Chen Jing off guard.

Every part of the armor was involuntarily separated from the main body and fell to the ground with a series of crisp sounds.

As they get closer to Chen Jing, more and more "parts" fall off their bodies.

Some of the armors even failed to hold up in the middle, shattered with a crash, and even the helmets rolled down the steps.

The armor rolled all the way into the golden liquid and began to sink rapidly.

Twelve armors.

Eleven of them disintegrated one after another in a very short period of time.

At this time, only the one walking at the back is left...

From beginning to end, its parts have never fallen off.

Until it went down the last step, it remained in its original state, showing no signs of falling apart and self-disintegration.

At this moment, Chen Jing saw that in its empty helmet, a lot of black mist suddenly appeared out of thin air... They were like burning flames, filling the empty armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Gradually.

The armored man slowly raised the cross sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at Chen Jing, who was sinking into the golden swamp.

In Chen Jing's doubtful eyes.

It spoke.

The hoarse and dull voice carries an endless sense of oppression.

"Bath...the king's blood..."

"Survive... come down..."

"prove……"

"You are the blood descendant of the king..."
Chapter completed!