Perhaps this is Zhuge Xingchen, the last prophecy of life.

The intermingling of blood and tears formed a bloody battlefield at this moment, and the blood on the ground had already stained the square of the temple red.

Blood mixed with corpses, forming a bloody, poignant battlefield.

The angry roar of the stars mingled with the roar of the beast.

Vented everyone's last words.

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