Although they were conventional missiles, and this time only small missiles were launched without firing Zeng Tao's specially made large missiles, the power of the explosions was definitely not something to be underestimated.
At least, Chang Yin himself would never dare to take a direct hit.
But this armor endured countless hits and still appeared unharmed. It was truly remarkable.
"The person inside is really well protected."
Chang Yin grabbed the bottom of the helmet with force, and with a "crack," he lifted it up.
"Hiss—what is this..."
Chang Yin was immediately frightened by the face under the helmet, almost tossing the person away.
A face that seemed charred yellow, with extremely sparse hair, only a few tufts here and there, and a face that resembled a mummy with its bandages removed, utterly withered.
"What's going on? Is he... is he drained?"
Even as a stone man, Chang Yin felt uncomfortable looking at this person's face.
