"Massacre, is that your way" Zu Guanglie curled the corner of his mouth into a sneer, his words unknown to whom. But a pair of eyes as bright as stars were gradually being covered by a cold emotion.,Under the support of the Nine Evil Xuan Yin Formation, ten thousand snakes grew wildly and were constantly reborn. The art of setting fire to the prairie lost its enduring power and was slowly dissolved.,Crimson flames bloomed freely in this tiny world, dazzlingly brilliant for a moment, gathering splendor within a single space.。