lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,The falling serpent's body, instead of vanishing, burst forth in the next instant, its tails splitting and heads re-joining, creating a multitude of writhing segments.,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.。