Fang Zhen was stunned as he watched the armored Knight, glowing red-hot, stagger toward him.
'How is it not dead? What kind of life force is this?'
'Could it be that after his Evil Descent, all the power Von Kleist traded for was poured into vitality?'
The Knight, its armor glowing a fiery red, was still holding a Knight's Lance.
The lance looked familiar to Fang Zhen. It was the slender, conical type often seen in movies and video games, designed for use on horseback.
The lance was made entirely of metal and was now also glowing red-hot.
The sight struck Fang Zhen, but it didn't affect his next move.
He parked his motorcycle and immediately grabbed his compound bow.
He was still fifty or sixty meters away from the red-hot Knight—the perfect distance for a long-range shot.
Fang Zhen took down his compound bow, picked up a carbon arrow tipped with an Armor-Piercing Arrowhead, nocked it, drew the string, and aimed at the fiery red armor in the distance.
