C598 Rebounded from the Bottom

In the middle of the night, on the steps of the Blood Battlefield, a slightly disheveled figure staggered out. His face was pale and his aura was as weak as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

It was Wei Mo!

The green clothes that were covered in blood and footprints were not changed. Countless strands of hair were messy as they floated on his pale white face.

Behind his hair