Divine Phoenix of He

Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.,The snow-white blade gleamed in the moonlight, flashing brilliantly. Mo Wu flipped slightly, dodging with ease.,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.。