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.,In the billowing steam, Zhao Liguo rose to the sky with a mighty roar, his long hair flying wildly in the wind, his aura fierce and imposing.,In this immense, infinitely expanding inferno of power, Zuo Guanglie roared: "Who has the right to kill me!"。