บท 1193: The Monstrous Seventh Young Master Xiao

"An Annihilator-grade Soul Weapon!"

No one knew who shouted that out, but the sound of breaking armor from the warrior who had been bound by Fiend Lock accompanied the cry!

How could a Founder-grade war armor defend against an attack from an Annihilator-grade Soul Weapon? The sound of continuous cracking echoed forth, like the sound a ceramic jar would make after it was dropped on the floor. Those hair-thin threads from Fiend Lock easily cut through the war armor, and at the same time, Xia Guanghai, Ulan, and Oro rushed up and instantly tore the man apart.