Three days ago, in an underground cavern outside Nanshan City.
All around were chaotic equipment, dripping bloodstains, and various shattered, twisted, unrecognizable remains of flesh.
Deeper within the cavern, a series of piercing, miserable screams continued to resound.
Wei Cang, seeing Wei Mang being pulled out from the Abyss Nether Dragon Armor, bloodied all over, gaunt to the bone, almost deformed, immediately rushed over and embraced his son tightly.
On the other side, the Mystic Lady gazed at the immobile Abyss Nether Dragon Armor, its surface covered in broken flesh and severed tendrils, and she exhaled deeply, "Finally, it's a success, thankfully Sun Jingping agreed to our deal and sent over the tools and magical treasures I needed."
Wei Cang, looking at his son who remained unconscious in his arms, asked urgently, "How is Wei Mang's condition? Can he recover?"
