Chapter 682: Nightmare imprint on the brows?

Following that glass shattering jackboot, its predecessor emerged with sparks and the tinkling of small bells. That shoe was actually forged with pure metal!

"I hope we’re not late, Kaoyi. I suspect this district has already been scavenged by others." A thick nasal accent broke the silence.

The one speaking was the owner of the pair of boots. He was clad in heavy infantry armour of the medieval ages. His armour glistened with surreal brightness, and the armour was abnormally broad at the shoulder area. His neck too, was completely covered by the armour. In his left hand, wielded an incomparably acute and shiny single-handed long sword. It seemed as though the sword came alive in his hand, shimmering with pulses of chilling brilliance.

"Not late yet, Joseph"

Behind the heavy armoured Joseph, surfaced a skinny and agile looking individual.