lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The country of Zhuang, with its thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, was almost consumed by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking their path.,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.,"He who slays my body is but myself, and he who burns my soul is but Zhu Rong!"。