Divine Phoenix of He

As they spoke, the blade tip grazed Mo Wu's forehead wound, which was still dripping blood, poised to slice down...,Shouting, the man didn't care about anything else and ran. But the next second, a ghostly figure blocked his path. Before he could react, his neck was instantly gripped.,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.。