lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

"Too weak, Mo Jingyu!" Zuo Guanglie crossed his hands, and in an instant, his spell was complete.,The water vapor from the collision of fire flowers in the air and white frost gathered at a visible speed in the high sky, forming a vast expanse of white mist. Then the white clouds darkened, one cloud attracting another, layers upon layers of clouds accumulating.,Now he stood before the remains of Zuo Guanglie. This arduous journey had finally reached its end—if that pile of flesh could still be called a body.。