The northeastern corner of the Zhuang nation's sky was shrouded in dark clouds.,The blades flashed like a torrential downpour, crashing down and forcing Zuo Guanglie back into the snake pit.,Gongyang Bai glanced at the man on Fei Ying's back, no longer hesitating. He clasped his ten fingers together, holding them before him, his long hair swaying without wind, "Surrender now, and you might still return to your homeland in one piece! Because...the power of this next spell is beyond my control!!"。