Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind whipping his flaming robe and long hair. He raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of his crimson robe slipped down, revealing arms sculpted like jade.,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.,But there was a chilling coldness beneath that gentleness.。