If this cape is the second form of his suit, then it means that this is already the fat man's trump card.

That's what I was thinking. If that's the case, then our chances of winning are definitely much greater.

After all, when he used that suit for defense, his entire body was protected.

Now it seems that although this guy's cape covers a larger area, his front half is probably already exposed!

However, during that movement, this guy slowly shifted his body to the side.

Now we can't see his front at all, only the back of his head, plus the huge cloak under that head!

And on his head, a few insects were slowly crawling, as if they were completely protecting his head.

I thought to myself, these insects must be very important to the fat man, and this cloak completely covers his back!

At this moment, I also had the Thunderstrike Sword strike his cloak. The Thunderstrike Sword seemed to have been holding back for a long time and struck straight at the center of the fat man's cloak.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

With a hissing sound.

The lightning sword's strike was actually deflected!

This scene left both me and the girl speechless for a moment.

No way?

The lightning strike was incredibly fast; the fat man couldn't possibly react in an instant.

In other words, this defensive stance was entirely accomplished spontaneously by the cloak.

This is a bit too outrageous...

In other words, after our actions, we not only failed to harm the fat man's vital organs, but also brought ourselves a potential crisis.

After all, the fat man's suit had been very neat before, so I could roughly see the direction of each swing of the lightning sword.

But now, the fat man's suit has changed.

It has completely evolved from a suit into a cape. Although it has sacrificed the sharp look of the whole outfit, it seems to have a rebounding function now!

This is rather tricky...

Not yet. Just as we were adjusting our tactics, the fat man suddenly took a step forward and strode towards the remains of the ancient people.

My heart skipped a beat.

No way?

Is this guy trying to isolate us from our attacks using this method?

To be honest, I completely understand what the fat man did, but the one thing I didn't expect was that he could come up with such a solution in such a short time.

After all, our attacks mainly consisted of slashing at him with the Thunder Strike Sword. How could this fat guy possibly figure out the pattern of each strike and avoid it so precisely?

Moreover, now that he's blocked his rear half, he can only block my and the girl's frontal attacks.

If Lei Jijian gets in front of him, wouldn't he be finished?

As I thought this, I looked at the fat man. His steps were still heavy, but they were noticeably more steady than before.

His every step made a creaking sound on the stone slabs, and finally the fat man slowly walked to the side of the ancient man's withered arm.

They acted as if they were recognizing their ancestors, and every step they took was done with utmost reverence.

Meanwhile, his cloak was slowly fluttering, and I could see the insects on it still shimmering.

It felt like they were beckoning to us at any moment; the feeling was completely filled with the excitement of a newly hatched insect.

As I watched this scene unfold, my teeth itched with rage, and I felt an urge to punch them at any moment.

But now it seems that the insects on these are completely beyond our ability to deal with.

After all, if we could handle it, this thing would probably have been destroyed by the energy of me and the girl long ago.

But we just saw it clearly: after we made our move, the insects slowly gathered together, and now it seems like they've formed a new layer.

This completely baffles me. How could someone suddenly come back to life?

The fat man slowly squatted down next to the ancient man's arm, which had already been chopped into hundreds of pieces by the lightning sword, resembling minced meat.

The only thing that can be identified as his arms is his overall body shape, which is long and narrow.

That's all.

He slowly stretched out his hands, and I saw that his bluish-gray palms were still gleaming.

It felt exactly like when that guy stretched out his fingers.

At this moment, he slowly stretched out his hand a little bit, but not as exaggeratedly as before, and slowly attached it to the ancient man's body.

As I watched the light in his palm slowly seep into the remains of the ancient people, a sudden chill ran through me, and I had a bad feeling.

Seriously? This thing needs to be refined?

So, is that not enough for him?

I noticed he had already turned his suit completely inside out; this must be the energy of the ancients.

If it were the fat man's original energy level, I think it would be impossible for him to achieve this level.

Although the remains of ancient people are all dried up, there should still be some unabsorbed energy remaining inside.

After all, this fat man, like the ancient people, came from that mural, so he definitely knows more.

In other words, it's normal that they, as people in the same mural, could know some information about each other.

I wasn't too surprised by that.

As I looked at the remains of the ancient people, I noticed that they were slowly emitting a faint glow, as if they did indeed possess some energy.

The fat man learned a unique skill using this blood before, so is he going to unleash some other kind of energy now?

The fat man has now placed his hand on the wreckage. He's definitely trying to extract more energy from it.

I was about to make another move, but at that point I was completely unable to move.

After all, the fat man's cloak had basically blocked us out completely, and we could only feel a slight flow of energy through the light that shone through.

Now, the fat man has merged with the ancients through his own body, and the energy within his body belongs to both of them!

To improve his abilities and even learn the skills of the ancients, this fat man really went to great lengths!

"That fat guy is really vicious!"

Otherwise, we'll find a weakness in their defenses!

Lei Jijian couldn't help but speak up, cursing the fat man loudly in his mind.

I nodded. Indeed, this guy is really awful.

We've figured out this guy's weakness; he's probably afraid we'll keep attacking the hem of his clothes!