slightly and asked the most crucial question.Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately extended his right hand, his fingertip touching Wu Zhigao's forehead.A flash of white light, and Fang Y...Fang Yu's speed was simply too fast, the cyborgs had no time to react! golden armor sat on his seat.And his personal guards were arrayed in the hall behind him, standing straight and tall.Across from Ye Mo were those cultivators, all uniformly clad in black-gold cloaks....