The Sun and Moon as eyes, the void as a face!
These eight words arose in Zheng Ming's heart as he saw Pan Yan, someone who has obtained the Primordial Spirit of the Three Pure Ones, and has seen the heroic figure of Pangu. In Zheng Ming's impression, Pan Yan bears about thirty percent resemblance to Pangu.
Pan Yan stood towering, his bronze skin reflecting golden light in the void, yet the most startling aspect was the armor that began to slowly coalesce outside his body.
A set of black armor that appeared to have no mystery but gave a profound and majestic feeling at a glance.
"Divine Armor, I didn't expect Pan Yan to start condensing Divine Armor?" The Great Holy Master muttered to himself, looking at Zheng Ming, "This time, if we cannot cooperate sincerely, we both will be buried here."
Zheng Ming glanced at the Great Holy Master, not immediately responding, while Pan Yan's gaze had already settled on the Great Holy Master.
