lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A muffled grunt echoed through the air: "Nine Tribulations, Profound Yin!",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.,A cold light, streaked across the horizon, came from the west.。