lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The man in the mask, named Mo Jingyu, flew backward with his hands outstretched and fingers spread wide. Each finger was connected to a translucent thread, the other end of which led into the bronze box. He suddenly pulled it out!,All the cultivators besieging Zu Guanglie coughed up blood.,In his spiritual awareness, there were no meadows, no horizons, and not even a single human being. Only fire, only endless waves of flame. The surging heat almost distorted space and nearly incinerated his thoughts.。