Beware!
Several candles were flicked onto the wall by Wang Ye casually, and a few matches were also flicked onto these candles by him.
Wang Ye didn't use a matchbox.
There was no need.
When those matches scraped against the candles, the force from Wang Ye was so great that the moment they touched, they generated a powerful friction, immediately igniting the candles.
The entire tomb was brightened in an instant.
What appeared before Wang Ye was a set of armors, dark and somber, casting cold glimmers under the candlelight.
In neat rows, nine by nine, a total of eighty-one black armors!
Each set of black armor was equipped with weapons, and Wang Ye roughly estimated that, despite the unknown number of years that had passed, these weapons still emitted a luster.
With just a little maintenance, these weapons could be used and even unleash considerable power!
Wang Ye was surveying these weapons and felt a sense of shock; every era had its unique forging techniques.