Divine Phoenix of He

Facing away, she was stretching her slender limbs, each joint cracking softly with a "pop" as it moved. Then slowly she turned...,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.,To live, to survive, endless killing and slaughter day and night have left his hands riddled with wounds, ugly and scarred.。