Within the Flying Craft, mist still lingered and swirled, the atmosphere so intimate and enchanting.
Fang Yang was already going all out, prepared to fully conquer the Demon Empress, to plunge her into the endless abyss, to let her descend wretchedly, knowing only this way could she immerse herself completely in the mortal world, helpless to escape.
Therefore, the Formless Demon Body was activated, the Life Lamp ignited, and numerous dual cultivation techniques were set into motion.
At this moment, he had become a perpetual pile driver, almost tireless, accompanied by the torrential autumn rain outside, Qiu Yuan Dai biting her lips, eyes and brows filled with weariness, her black hair cascading like a waterfall—it was as exhausting and weary as it could possibly be.
Indeed, Wen Chanyi had not deceived her; this was by no means an ordinary mortal, his strength was simply too formidable, his Divine Soul powerful beyond imagination.
