The golden armor sprouted wings and soared into the sky, then slowly flew towards the light barrier. Several Golden Core Cultivators hastily attacked with spells, but to no effect. The ancient Soul Steel seemed impervious to spell damage, and the armor—which the Demon Clan had crafted for close combat—was much more durable than the physical bodies of the Golden Core Cultivators. There was no chance of winning in close combat.
For the moment, the Golden Core Cultivators were completely at a loss as to how to deal with the armor!
Priest Li roared in anger, "Where are your spells? Your magical treasures? Did you feed them to the dogs?"
A middle-aged, beautiful woman scoffed, "Wasn't your World-Purifying Divine Power unable to detain him as well?"
