lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A myriad of translucent water arrows, like a swarm of locusts, flew in. They were gathered by some force and shot towards Guanglie's side with blinding speed.,As he spoke, the robed cultivators who accompanied him began to form seals. Their movements were astonishingly synchronized, as if they had been carved from the same mold.,Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.。