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The blood moon glows red, its crimson light illuminating the dark earth, the air thick with the scent of blood, making one feel nauseated.
Ye Xuan took down the long knife strapped to his waist. His pair of dark eyes flashed with a sharp light, like a sharp blade, locked onto the bodies of those people not far ahead.
At this moment, he was covered in blood, drenched in sweat.
Due to prolonged rapid running, his skin was flushed with red, and faintly shimmering with a condensed blush, blood mixed with sweat dripped from his forehead.
The scene was truly shocking.
The strands of blood-colored moonlight shone on Ye Xuan's body, making him appear even more ghostly and terrifying, like a war god of the night.
The sword in his hand was like the scythe of the death god!
No matter how strong the enemy was, they could all be defeated with one strike!
