Ancient Abandoned Manor (2)

Van landed lightly on the doorstep of the ancient manor and stepped within. The sight that greeted him caught him slightly off guard.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

There was a party of five or so cultivators from small sects battling with empty suits of armour. The levels of these cultivators were not low, with two of them in the 7th rank and the rest in the 6th rank. The terrifying thing were those silver suits of armour – they were unafraid of pain and could not bleed or be crippled. Even if you chopped off the head, the rest of the body would keep swinging at you with their sharp axes or hammers. The rogue cultivators were understandably at their wits end fending off these suits of armour.