The dusk air swirled with frost and snow.
The cold light shone on the iron armor.
No... it wasn't armor.
At that moment, piercing through Mr. Zhuo's body, lifting him high, was a sharp and slender iron spear. The "iron armor" material inside the tomb was very special, a type of special iron that Gu Shen couldn't comprehend.
But, it was still iron!
As long as it was still iron, the "Iron Throne" could transform its "shape"... into iron armor, iron boots, iron helms, or an iron spear.
No matter what the shape...
As long as the iron armor's "sturdy" property remained unchanged, capable of shattering the opponent's defense and creating a sliver of a wound, then that would suffice.
Gu Shen, lying in the snow, slowly opened his eyes.
His complexion was somewhat pale.
