The Golden Armor General's expression subtly changed, his face faintly flushing and his energy and blood seeming somewhat unstable.
In the first clash, he had surprisingly failed to gain the slightest advantage.
"Such a terrifying body, what exactly did this man eat as he grew up, how can his energy and blood be so dramatically frightening? Could it be that he was bathed in the essence of Ancient Time's species' beast blood from birth?" The Golden Armor General's face was serious, his heart shocked, and he felt as if fine cracks were emerging in his bones.
Lin Zhuang, however, was unrelenting when he gained the advantage. He pursued and attacked, sprinting like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
He threw a punch, forcefully smashing toward the Golden Armor General.