Divine Phoenix of He

Mo Wu lay on the ground, her clothes slashed to shreds by the sword, blood staining them crimson.,At the peak of her youth, with a graceful figure, even though she was now disheveled and distressed, her delicate frame still evoked longing. However, her face was covered by a veil, obscuring most of it.,After realizing what had happened, I looked down and saw bodies everywhere. There was no sign of life left.。