"My vitality... my Fighting Spirit!"
Lajian Wilson was pressed down to the ground, demonstrating a truly impotent fury.
All the equipment he had on was of the 500 level, but in just a short moment, the Fighting Spirit he had painstakingly cultivated had plummeted to below 300 level, and the ill-fitting equipment oppressed him until he was reduced to a puddle of mud.
If no one came to rescue him, and his level continued to plummet below 100, the weight of his equipment would even pose a threat to his life.
"Young Master Lajian!"
"Quick! Quickly save him!"
Amidst Lajian Wilson's ravenous cries, the Wilson Clan members realized the situation in shock and hurriedly flustered to save him.
As long as it wasn't forcibly worn, even a 500-level equipment could be easily handled by an ordinary person with some strength. Seeing Young Master Lajian's situation, everyone scrambled to strip him clean, leaving only his non-equipment underwear.
"Quick, notify the Duke!"
