Those who walk off the battlefield know best the meaning of comradeship. Left Guanglie was acutely aware of his body, nearing its end, but he would never forget what brought him to this day.,He danced with his fingers, summoning puppet ravens from the box. They flew out in a flurry, swarming towards the fireworks. Each raven extinguished a bloom of fire, but the fireworks seemed endless while the number of ravens dwindling.,In this immense, infinitely expanding inferno of power, Zuo Guanglie roared: "Who has the right to kill me!"。