The back of the Profound Iron Armor was forcibly split open, half a foot wide, with curled edges resembling scorched leaves. The surface of the armor was covered in scratches, the deepest almost cracking open the chest.
His lips bore crusted blood, each breath tugging at his lungs with intense pain, and the Spiritual Energy clashed chaotically within, making even his steps seem unsteady.
Following closely behind was a terrifying Bone Demon.
It was entirely made of bones as black as ink, with no flesh binding the joints. Two clusters of ghostly green soul flames danced within the hollow chest cavity, exuding a cold greed.
