A cold and ruthless connection was established between heaven and earth, with surging energy. In the four directions—east, south, west, and north—an array of lethal formations suddenly sprang to life, interconnected like a formidable web.,The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,In this immense, infinitely expanding inferno of power, Zuo Guanglie roared: "Who has the right to kill me!"。