lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,His forehead, with veins throbbing visibly, showed the immense pain he was enduring, but his gaze remained resolute. His other hand still clutched at the incantation seals.,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!。