A muffled grunt echoed through the air: "Nine Tribulations, Profound Yin!",Those who guard for too long will inevitably lose. Constantly, water snakes would attack Zuo Guanglie, carving wounds onto his body and leaving trails of blood. At most, Zuo Guanglie would grunt in pain, waving his flaming sword with one hand, repelling the water snakes that attacked his vital points.,The ice turned to water, the water to steam. No matter if it was a chaotic snake's pit or an icy prison, everything crumbled in an instant. In the swirling white steam, Zuo Guanglie had become a human torch.。