The country of Zhuang, with its thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, was almost consumed by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky, blocking their path.,Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.,To a powerful cultivator, the small nation of Zhuang Guo was inconsequential. For Zhuang Guo's three thousand li of land, Fenglin City was as insignificant as dust. And even for Fenglin City itself, this dilapidated hermitage in the suburbs had long been forgotten.。