"What a formidable chariot, I wonder if it's a divinely forged artifact with countless patterns",On the other side, Zhang Ruochen rode the golden chariot and was unstoppable. He crashed into seven peak-level Saints in a row, injuring three of them severely. 。,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。