Divine Phoenix of He

Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.,A muffled sound rang out, flowers scattered, and the ink dance vanished without a trace of life in an instant.,The sickening crack of bone echoed through the air, cutting short the man's pleas. Mo Wu lightly released her grip, allowing the corpse to slump like a puppet to the ground.。