The dazzling battlefield marveled Mo Zhao.
There were many injuries all over his body, and the power of the sorrowful souls became gradually weaker under the radiance of the seven-colored rays.
He would most probably lose his life.
Before, he was a little perplexed that Gu Xijiu chose to fight him alone rather than having her friends to help. Now he finally understood. The Kung Fu that Gu Xijiu used was very lethal. She was confident that she could win this fight.
It was not easy for Mo Zhao to be reincarnated, so he certainly did not want to end his life here. He wanted to uncover some parts of the truth to distract her, but Gu Xijiu's strategy became more and more brutal. Her strikes grew more frequent, leaving him no chance to say anything. There was no room for distraction.
If he insisted on talking, his body would be split in half under her majestic rope, and he would never be able to put the pieces of his body back again.
