Every corpse was simulated to look as if it was torn apart by claws.
Endless crimson hues covered the battlefield, and the surroundings seemed to transform into a blood-soaked hell. That slender figure quietly stood in the center of the wreckage, with the swirling blood mist failing to tarnish its exquisite beauty even a bit, just like a red lotus emerging from the bloody mud without stain.
Luo nodded, bowed deeply to the corpses around her, using this farewell to usher in the end of the slaughter.
After the battle, Su Mo approached Luo and asked softly, "Regarding Zhao Yiming's side..."
Luo: "Qi Ling has already solved it for you; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to cooperate and hack the communication system."
At this point, her gaze softened: "You have a girl who loves you dearly; treat her well for the rest of your life."
