lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Those who walk off the battlefield know best the meaning of comradeship. Left Guanglie was acutely aware of his body, nearing its end, but he would never forget what brought him to this day.,Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.,Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.。