A myriad of translucent water arrows, like a swarm of locusts, flew in. They were gathered by some force and shot towards Guanglie's side with blinding speed.,The water vapor from the collision of fire flowers in the air and white frost gathered at a visible speed in the high sky, forming a vast expanse of white mist. Then the white clouds darkened, one cloud attracting another, layers upon layers of clouds accumulating.,But there was a chilling coldness beneath that gentleness.。