lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

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.,His forehead, with veins throbbing visibly, showed the immense pain he was enduring, but his gaze remained resolute. His other hand still clutched at the incantation seals.,Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.。