Threads of flame, as if alive, quickly burrowed into the Crimson Flame Armor.
And without the support of the Mystic Turtle Seal, the water on the ground quickly seeped into the soil, leaving only large patches of white steam that enveloped the entire area, obstructing the view.
"This thing can't block the Town Blade?" Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, looking surprised, cautiously drawing the Town Blade. The punctured hole in the Crimson Flame Armor slowly healed.
Ah, so the ability of this red armor isn't in its defense but in the use of the Fire God's spells? That's right, if the defense were strong, there wouldn't be a need to use Fire Escape for concealment, and it wouldn't have failed to block my strike...
Understanding flashed in Zhao Duan's eyes, as he numbly took the Crimson Flame Armor off the unconscious Prince Heng.
