see those bullets arriving before Ye Bufan, about a meter away, they were like sinking into a swamp, unable to advance even an inch. The golden bullets just hung there quietly in mid-air.But Ye Bufan...ence within him grew stronger and stronger, while the seal on the golden egg became weaker and more fragile, even showing signs of transparency.Ye Bufan, however, had no time to pay attention to these...