Feng Meng, Dong Meirong and the rest of the Saints watched as the sea of beasts that stained the brown desert sand back with their uncountable numbers faded out of existence at the behest of violet Void Qi. The sight brought them back to reality. Long Wei was not someone they could simply beat with ease.
Dong Meirong clenched her fist under her robes when she felt the familiar sense of dread dripping from the Void Qi. Her mind still went pale at the sight of a fraction of its power in action.
She was embraced in his warm touch when it happened, as he whispered sweet nothings into her ears, making her giggle. One moment, his hands trailed down her bosom, igniting lust and passion she locked deep within the confines of her heart. As his tongue worked its way down the sides of her neck, suckling the soft flesh.
