A silver-gray mechanical battle armor hovered silently in mid-air.
The armor was scarred all over, and the faint treasure light that once flowed had vanished without a trace. The entire armor was dim, all kinds of talismans had been exhausted, and due to extreme usage, the armor was on the verge of collapse.
It was the Iron Han Armor.
Ning Zhuo stood in front of the Iron Han Armor, arms crossed, and frowned in deep thought.
The battle with the Earth and Heaven Ghosts had benefited him greatly. Not only did he harvest various spoils of war, but Ning Zhuo also felt deeply moved after surviving such a life-and-death battle, realizing many shortcomings within himself.
"The Iron Han Armor was left to me by my mother, consuming Foundation Establishment Pills, giving me Foundation Establishment Level fighting power while still in the Qi Refinement Stage."
"But as I advanced to the Foundation Establishment Stage, this mechanical armor was rarely used."
