The barefoot masked man descended with a flip, his entire body falling in reverse. He let the precious knife feather eagle be consumed by the raging flames!,This power was not something that Zuo Guanglie, with his dwindling strength, could control. He was merely a trigger, a conduit, using his genius and determination to allow the true might of Zhulong to be unleashed into this world, even for a brief moment.,This ultimate beauty is reserved for his eyes alone.。