荔枝枇杷秋葵绿巨人西瓜榴莲

The wind howled, and Sima Shaozhen's voice came out from the rolling red clouds. Around him, the color of blood is getting thicker and thicker, and the strong smell of blood has been revealed in the void. There are killing blows in the depths of time and space, and endless corpses are appearing in the red clouds....