lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

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.,His aura rose explosively, his pressure as overwhelming as a mountain collapsing.,The beggar silently counted his steps, constantly telling himself, "I'm almost there."。