lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A muffled grunt echoed through the air: "Nine Tribulations, Profound Yin!",Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.,The temperature plummeted, a touch of frost forming on his brow. The entire chaotic cavern was frozen, covered in a layer of ice.。