Sen Cheng lay motionless. Zhao Lin didn't rush forward, instead standing his ground and waiting a moment.
Only when he saw a wisp of an Essence Soul rise from the corpse did he confirm the man was truly dead.
Walking closer, he used his blade to slice open Sen Cheng's outer robe, revealing a python-patterned soft armor underneath, covered in runes.
"Just as I thought!"
Zhao Lin nodded. It was just as he'd suspected; the man did have a piece of defensive magic treasure.
Without a second thought, he ripped the soft armor off, took off his own outer robe, and put the armor on.
He moved his body around a bit and found that it was a perfect fit, as if it had been tailor-made for him.
Zhao Lin recalled Sen Cheng's earlier movements and tried channeling his Spiritual Power into the Wood Talisman Armor.
In an instant, a green shield of light enveloped him. The more Spiritual Power he poured in, the more solid the shield became.
'Not bad. It's mine now!'
