บท 1835: Black Armor (1)

With the sudden appearance of the Armored Heavenly Demon, Ye Qingtang fixed her eyes on the dark figure, scanning the surroundings to prepare herself in case she needed to escape.

But even after a while, the Armored Heavenly Demon didn't make a move. He just stood there in front of the remains of the Cursed True God, not moving an inch, just like a statue.

"Is this fellow… a statue?" Little White Tiger sniffed at the Armored Heavenly Demon. Other than the demonic aura, it couldn't sense any life from it.

This thing was like a deadly creature who only had an endless demonic aura.

Ye Qingtang couldn't help but feel suspicious as she looked at the Armored Heavenly Demon that wasn't moving at all. She didn't move abruptly, but rather, got Little White Tiger to slowly advance.

Right when Little White Tiger took a step forward, the Armored Heavenly Demon suddenly moved. He raised the Blazing Flame Sword and struck towards Little White Tiger.