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.,His pupils began to contract rapidly. The next second, a memory buried deep in his mind exploded in his consciousness like fireworks.。