The sky itself seemed to scream.
Black-gold phoenix flames clashed violently against golden sun beams in a storm of destruction that lit up the entire immortal realm. Shockwaves from every collision flattened mountains, boiled rivers, and erased thousands of cultivators from both sides in an instant. The air tasted of blood, ash, and raw power.
In the heart of this apocalypse, Wei Chen held Zhao Ling tightly against his body, still buried deep inside her as they floated thousands of feet above the raging battlefield.
He was bleeding.
Deep gashes covered his back and shoulders where he had taken the full force of her corrupted phoenix blast to protect the pride. Blood ran down his skin in steady streams, dripping into the void below. His golden sun brand flickered with strain, the Yang Immortal Dao inside him pushing to its absolute limit.
But he refused to stop.
He kept thrusting into her with powerful, desperate strokes — deep, rhythmic, filled with every ounce of love and determination he possessed.
"Ling'er… stay with me," he whispered hoarsely against her lips, voice raw with emotion. "Fight him. I'm right here. I'm not letting you go."
Zhao Ling sobbed brokenly, her black phoenix wings beating weakly around them. Tears streamed down her beautiful face even as her body betrayed her, walls clenching greedily around his thick length.
"Husband… it hurts so much… he's tearing me apart from inside…" she cried, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "But don't stop… please don't stop… I can feel you… your love… it's the only thing keeping me here…"
The other queens formed a desperate protective sphere around them, fighting with everything they had to give Wei Chen and Zhao Ling time.
Lin Xue created a massive frost dome to contain the black flames leaking from Zhao Ling's body. Su Mei wrapped corrosive chains around Zhao Ling's limbs to restrain her gently. Tigress Yu used her primal strength to hold all of them steady in mid-air while kissing Zhao Ling's neck, pouring her life force into her. Lei Xin summoned thunder barriers, Shang Mian folded space to redirect Long Huang's attacks, Hua Shi slowed time around the black flames, Sheng Si used life-death cycles to heal Zhao Ling from within, Ling Hun bound the corruption threads trying to take over, and Luan Xu turned chaos into order to stabilize her qi.
Every few seconds, one of the queens would press close and join the cycle — kissing Zhao Ling deeply, licking where Wei Chen and Zhao Ling were joined, or pouring their own essence directly into her body through Wei Chen.
Zhao Ling cried out as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her walls spasmed hard around him, squirting golden-black essence that slowly turned purer gold with each thrust.
"I love you… I love you so much…" she sobbed, nails digging into his shoulders. "Even if I beg you to kill me… don't listen… save me…"
"I will," Wei Chen promised, slamming into her harder, deeper. "You're my queen. Our child is ours. I'm bringing you home."
Below them, the war raged mercilessly.
The main five disciples were fighting like legends.
Long Tian had grown to twenty thousand feet tall, his dragon sword domain covering an entire battlefield as he cut down tens of thousands of corrupted puppets. Huo Feng led a phoenix legion that kept rising stronger every time they fell. Xuan Shi stood like an immovable mountain, tanking attacks meant for the floating citadel. Mei Ling's charm illusions had grown so powerful she was making entire enemy divisions fight each other. Bing Qing's ice domain had frozen an entire river solid, creating a defensive wall.
But even they were struggling against the sheer scale of Long Huang's power.
The Ancient Dragon Enemy laughed from above, his colossal voice shaking the heavens.
"Beautiful. Look at you, little descendant — fucking your corrupted queen in the middle of battle while your world burns. How touching."
He swung one massive claw.
The claw strike contained enough power to erase half the continent.
Wei Chen met it without pulling out of Zhao Ling.
He pointed one finger.
The golden beam collided with the claw in a cataclysmic explosion that lit up the entire immortal realm. Shockwaves destroyed mountain ranges. Rivers reversed course. Millions of lower cultivators were vaporized.
When the light faded, Wei Chen was bleeding from new wounds across his chest, but he was still inside Zhao Ling, still thrusting, still fighting for her.
Zhao Ling suddenly screamed — her body arching violently as the corruption fought back with everything it had.
Her power surged to a terrifying new peak — rivaling Long Huang himself.
She looked at Wei Chen with pure heartbreak.
"If you won't kill me… then I will make you watch as I destroy everything you love."
Dark phoenix flames erupted from her body in a sphere so strong it cracked the protective formation the queens had created.
The blast hit Wei Chen directly in the chest while he was still buried deep inside her.
He coughed blood.
His golden sun brand dimmed dangerously.
But he refused to let go.
He kept thrusting.
Kept kissing her.
Kept pouring every last drop of his love and power into her.
The entire pride watched in horror as their master bled heavily while refusing to abandon their sister.
Long Huang's laughter shook the heavens.
"This is only the beginning."
Zhao Ling's eyes turned fully gold-black once more.
She raised her hand toward the pride.
And prepared to unleash her full corrupted power.
To be Continued
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