lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The country of Zhuang, with its thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, was almost consumed by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking their path.,A muffled grunt echoed through the air: "Nine Tribulations, Profound Yin!",Before the scorching sun could spread, an untold number of arrows had already rained down. The running beggars fell one after another. Their bodies were riddled with holes from the piercing shots.。