lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

"Since you've even brought out the Nine-Tailed Demon Yin Formation, why waste our lives with such trivial sorcery",A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.。