"My inheritance… is called Thearch Armor!" After hearing what Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng said about their inheritance, Wang Baole also revealed that of his own. However, he didn't reveal the story between him and the overbearing figure in his internal world…

In reality, even he was frightened by the existences in his internal worlds. He increasingly felt that he was someone who gathered luck. If not, he wouldn't be so different from others.

He was gloating internally, but couldn't tell this to others. Wang Baole, Zhuo Yifan, and Zhao Yameng were all looking at their surroundings. Taking advantage of the current situation where the meditating figures hadn't appeared, they charged forward quickly.

Even though Zhuo Yifan was injured, it appeared that the wondrous encounter he had through his inheritance helped him to recover from his injuries to a large extent. He no longer needed Wang Baole to carry him, and as he unleashed his speed, there was a chilly, metallic glow vaguely shining