Han Feng listened from the side, nodding to himself.
'This Ye Jinghong catches on quick. He's already figured out the core logic of this system: Krypton Gold.'
"Also, there's one more thing."
Ye Jinghong suddenly looked toward a member of the Red Armored Elite sitting to his left. The man's codename was "Old Qi." He was an expert with the saber and had shown the most fanatical faith during the earlier prayer.
"Old Qi, step forward."
"Yes, sir!"
The burly man immediately rose and walked to the center of the command tent.
Ye Jinghong raised his right hand and pointed his index finger from across the room.
VMMM!
A crimson-gold stream of light shot from his fingertip, vanishing into the center of Old Qi's forehead in an instant.
Old Qi's body shuddered and his eyes flew wide open. A golden aura immediately erupted from him.
