C486 Just This?

As the platinum hand swooped in, Zhang Liang's face contorted with dread, sensing the thick danger it carried.

Swoosh!

"Divine Heavenly Devil Armor!"

Dark light erupted from Zhang Liang, enveloping his aged frame. It swiftly solidified into a skin-tight, obsidian armor, from which black clouds billowed and the Yin Wind howled furiously