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.,His forehead, with veins throbbing visibly, showed the immense pain he was enduring, but his gaze remained resolute. His other hand still clutched at the incantation seals.,Even the Nine Illnesses Xuan Yin Array condensing in the sky, its murderous clouds seemed like kindling for a raging fire!。