lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A horde of menacing water snakes swarmed around Zuo Guanglie, their eyes glinting with malice. From all directions, it seemed as if he was trapped in an endless serpent's den!,Suddenly, everyone present heard the sound of a raging river. That surging and tumultuous flow was Zuo Guanglie's blood boiling!,The convergence of Qi, the accumulation of clouds, and the layering of dark clouds, a combination of three esoteric arts, resulted in this torrential downpour!。