But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,Before the scorching sun could spread, an untold number of arrows had already rained down. The running beggars fell one after another. Their bodies were riddled with holes from the piercing shots.,The convergence of Qi, the accumulation of clouds, and the layering of dark clouds, a combination of three esoteric arts, resulted in this torrential downpour!。