Could it be that this piece of Beast Armor was left behind by this Divine Beast? This speculation made Han Yan ecstatic, once again seeing a chance to avert the crisis.
Without a moment to spare, Han Yan took out the armor plate and, as Ye Lanfeng had instructed, injected his Qi into it without reservation.
The originally jet-black, iron-like armor plate emitted a crystalline cold light, giving off a sense of solemnity and respect.
In an instant, all the beast shadows stopped, staring intently at the Beast Armor in Han Yan's hand.
Though they were merely beast-like phantoms, Han Yan could see the awe in their eyes, a reverence flowing through their blood and bones, even etched deep within their souls. Even though they had long turned to dust, only a sliver of Divine Soul guarded the Nine-Turned Soul Pill, across tens of thousands of years or more, accompanying their once king, yet this reverence had never changed.
