Jian Wushuang stood on the bone road, his battle armor-clad figure kneeling as if it had suffered the most severe of injuries, rendering him unable to stand.
His eyes tightly shut, and his colossal form displayed numerous menacing cracks. Countless gray threads oozed from these fissures, scattering onto the bone road.
Standing in the void, Jian Wushuang frowned as he observed this scene. He had an intuition that, for the moment, his battle armor figure was completely powerless.
After hesitating for a moment, he pondered whether to strike a fatal blow to the battle armor figure or simply depart.
After some contemplation, a glint of cold determination flashed in Jian Wushuang's eyes. With a flip of his hand, the Invisible Sword reappeared.
He had decided to eliminate the battle armor figure at this moment.