lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,The ice turned to water, the water to steam. No matter if it was a chaotic snake's pit or an icy prison, everything crumbled in an instant. In the swirling white steam, Zuo Guanglie had become a human torch.,In the sea of flames, he roared towards the sky: "Extreme Flame Power, incinerate heaven and boil the sea, Zhu Rong True Ancestor, enter my body!"。