Divine Phoenix of He

Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.,A few people who had been standing as the backdrop heard the sound and immediately rushed forward!,Mo Wu's voice had improved somewhat, no longer as hoarse as before, even carrying a light and gentle warmth. But the man was already terrified, tears and snot streaming down his face, and at the same time, a foul smell wafted up from below.。