lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Before the scorching sun could spread, an untold number of arrows had already rained down. The running beggars fell one after another. Their bodies were riddled with holes from the piercing shots.,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.,Even the white-faced Gong Yang turned pale: “How is that possible! Where did he get the Zhu Rong lineage from How could he possibly summon the true form of Zhu Rong!”。