The atmosphere within the Flying Craft was so enchanting, so suggestive.
The cold Cold Jade Bed stretched across the whole craft, emanating a faint glow, a chill to the touch, sparkling and translucent, so magnificent to behold.
Clearly, it was a treasure, and a rare one at that, specially extracted by Fang Yang, highly precious.
Lying on the Cold Jade Bed not only accelerated the circulation of Spiritual Energy but also increased attack speed, allowing for nearly boundless stamina, continuously in motion.
Fang Yang's Formless Demon Body was already tremendously powerful, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and at that moment, he had pushed the Formless Demon Body to its limit, standing behind Qiu Yuan Dai, his hands gently supporting her soft waist.
Expressionless, his blood boiling.
The Demon Empress bit her lip, her cheeks flushed a deep red, ravishingly beautiful, almost as if blood might drip down, her eyes shimmering with a faint ripple, stunningly captivating.
