The Frost-Eater echo's true higher-realm form had become a living apocalypse. Its colossal pale body towered above the citadel like a frozen god of oblivion, gold-black mist pouring out in endless, suffocating waves that choked the immortal sky and turned day into eternal twilight. The rift behind it had grown so massive that entire floating islands were being sucked into its maw. Thousands of mouths screamed across its torso, each one devouring the pride's names, souls, bond, harmony laws, origin, foundation, and core in a relentless, layered chorus that shook the very fabric of reality.
The fourteen queens were on the verge of collapse.
Lin Xue's cool body flickered ghost-pale, her silver hair phasing into Su Mei's crimson strands. Frost qi warred against demonic warmth as both women's forms began to merge against their will. Su Mei hissed through gritted teeth, her horns cracking with black ice. Tigress Yu roared in primal agony as her bronze muscles turned translucent, tail phasing through Lei Xin's thunder body. Every queen was flickering, overlapping, their souls being forcibly pulled into one single devouring shadow.
On the battlefield below, the situation was catastrophic. Tens of thousands of outer disciples had already fallen — their eyes turning gold-black as their names were stolen and their bodies became puppets. The main five were barely holding the line.
Long Tian's dragon sword domain was shrinking fast. Huo Feng's phoenix flames were being extinguished one rebirth at a time. Xuan Shi's stone titan body was cracking like old porcelain. Mei Ling's illusions shattered the moment they formed. Bing Qing's ice domain was melting into black sludge.
Wei Chen stood at the center of the balcony, golden sun brand blazing like a dying star. Cold threads had sunk deep into his origin — the Yang Immortal Dao itself was flickering, alchemy paths cracking, one-finger law growing heavy and slow.
But his eyes burned with unshakable will.
"Enough," he growled, voice carrying across the entire continent. "You want to devour my pride? Then come and try."
He slammed both palms together.
A golden shockwave exploded outward — not an attack, but a command.
"Ultimate Pride Cycle — All Queens, NOW!"
The fourteen queens moved as one.
They formed a perfect circle around Wei Chen on the cracked balcony, bodies pressing together in a tangle of naked, glowing skin. Robes were torn away in seconds. No time for gentleness. This was survival.
Lin Xue sank onto him first, cool channel swallowing his thick length to the hilt in one desperate motion. She rode him hard, silver hair flying, breasts bouncing against his chest. "My dragon — anchor your ice queen!"
Su Mei mounted behind him, demonic heat pressing against his back as her fingers and tongue worked his body, pushing him deeper into Lin Xue. Tigress Yu lifted both women effortlessly, her powerful arms helping Wei Chen thrust harder while her own dripping core ground against his thigh. Lei Xin, Shang Mian, Hua Shi, Sheng Si, Ling Hun, and Luan Xu joined the circle — hands, mouths, breasts, and cores touching every inch of him and each other in a storm of devotion and power.
The cycle ignited like a supernova.
Climaxes chained instantly and violently.
Lin Xue screamed first — walls clamping down in frozen spasms, squirting cool essence that turned to sacred frost mist. Su Mei followed, demonic walls milking him from behind, squirting hot crimson waves that burned away cold threads. Yu roared primal, beast channel spasming around his fingers as she squirted powerful earth essence that rooted the bond back together.
One by one, every queen shattered in ecstasy — thunder exploding, void folding, time reversing, life-death reborn, phantom binding, chaos-order balancing — their combined squirting essence creating a radiant storm of multi-colored light that slammed into the echo's threads like a holy hammer.
Wei Chen roared as he released inside Lin Xue — thick, endless ropes of Yang seed flooding her womb, then pulling out to paint Su Mei's breasts, Yu's abs, Lei Xin's thunder-marked thighs, and every other queen in claiming ropes of golden fire.
The complete sun bond flared blindingly bright.
Fourteen strands blazed pure gold once more.
The echo's merge devour threads snapped like brittle ice.
Its colossal body staggered backward, mouths screaming in agony as chunks of pale flesh exploded into black ash. The rift behind it cracked violently, shrinking by a third.
For the first time since its evolution, the Frost-Eater was forced to retreat.
Wei Chen stood tall, breathing hard, body glistening with sweat and the pride's essence. His queens clung to him, trembling but victorious, souls and bond restored and stronger than ever.
But the victory was short-lived.
From the shrinking rift, a new, far more terrifying presence began to emerge.
A single golden eye — ancient, draconic, and filled with pure murderous intent — opened in the darkness behind the echo.
A deep, majestic voice that made the entire immortal realm tremble spoke directly into Wei Chen's mind:
"So… the last true Yang Dragon has finally awakened. I have waited ten thousand years to devour you, little descendant."
The echo's body suddenly dissolved into mist, merging into the new presence.
The real enemy had just revealed itself.
A true Ancient Dragon Enemy — the original rival to the Yang Dragon bloodline — was stepping into the war.
To be Continued
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