lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.,The temperature plummeted, a touch of frost forming on his brow. The entire chaotic cavern was frozen, covered in a layer of ice.,This power was not something that Zuo Guanglie, with his dwindling strength, could control. He was merely a trigger, a conduit, using his genius and determination to allow the true might of Zhulong to be unleashed into this world, even for a brief moment.。