Fang Mo was shaken by those words. So this was a battle armor. The Galactic Alliance definitely had no technology like this. If it had, and its martial artists had used armor like this, the Galactic Alliance would have conquered the other civilizations long ago.
Why else would it still be holed up in the Galactic Star System, with the Tianma and Lionheart civilizations constantly squeezing its interstellar territory?
"You win!"
Fang Mo was extremely weak. Leaning against a tree and bracing himself with his saber, he struggled to keep his swaying body upright.
"Tell me! What do you want?"
Lei He looked at Fang Mo and replied calmly, "It's simple. Just follow my orders, and I can spare your companions and send them back to Zhiyuan Star!"
Fang Mo gritted his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, but he knew he couldn't fight back. He was no match for Lei He, much less capable of killing him. If Lei He wanted to kill someone, Fang Mo truly couldn't stop him.
"Lei He, we're all from the same world. Do you really have to be so heartless?"
Fang Mo tried to appeal to Lei He's conscience.
Lei He only sneered.
"I'm no ant from your inferior world. You'd better obey and complete the task I give you. If you survive, you'll receive rewards beyond your imagination. You could even become king of the Galactic Alliance. But if you dare disobey, you'll die horribly!"
Fang Mo's heart gave a sudden lurch. So Lei He really wasn't from the Galactic Alliance, but from another civilization—quite possibly one more advanced than the Galactic Alliance.
A conspiracy!
Fang Mo sensed a thick, sinister plot. He felt that he and the entire Galactic Alliance had fallen into its clutches.
But there was nothing he could