Beneath a blood-red sky.
In the distance, a web of light woven from sword glints and magic clashed madly with the countless beast hordes surging from fissures in the earth, the roars and explosions endless.
The mangled remains and blood of the beasts flew everywhere; the demon beast side of the battle was exceptionally brutal.
Yet, at the edge of this clamorous battlefield, Lin Qingfeng appeared remarkably composed. He stood before a massive black iron chest.
"Not bad, Shi Gandang. Looks like the craftsmanship of your Artifact Refining Pavilion has improved again recently."
His gaze fell upon the open chest, where a suit of dark red armor lay.
The armor's lines were fluid yet ferocious, with sharp, barbed bone spikes at the shoulders, elbows, and knees.
Its surface was engraved with complex array inscriptions, exuding a savage aura.
Shi Gandang's voice was filled with pride:
"Of course!
First Senior Brother, I forged this myself. How could it be anything but the best?
