Zhao Ling's hand glowed with terrifying black-gold power.
The corrupted phoenix flames gathered into a spear of pure destruction aimed directly at the heart of the pride — at Lin Xue, Su Mei, Tigress Yu, and every woman Wei Chen loved.
Time seemed to slow.
Wei Chen was still buried deep inside her, bleeding heavily from the wounds he had taken to protect the others. Blood ran down his back and chest in steady streams, dripping into the void below. His golden sun brand flickered with strain, but his eyes burned with unbreakable determination.
He did not pull out.
Instead, he gripped Zhao Ling tighter, thrust deeper, and roared with everything he had.
"LING'ER — FIGHT IT!"
He slammed into her with powerful, desperate strokes — not for pleasure, but for salvation. Each thrust poured his Yang Immortal Dao straight into her core, trying to burn out the ancient corruption from the inside.
Zhao Ling screamed — a sound of pure agony and love.
"Husband… I'm trying… but he's too strong… please… if I attack them… kill me… promise me you'll kill me…"
"Never," Wei Chen growled, kissing her fiercely through the blood on his lips. "You are mine. Our child is mine. I am bringing you home."
The other queens moved like a storm of love and power.
Lin Xue pressed against Zhao Ling's back, cool frost qi flowing into her to soothe the corruption. "Sister, hold on. We are with you."
Su Mei wrapped corrosive chains around Zhao Ling's arms and legs, not to hurt her, but to restrain the dark power trying to break free. "We don't lose family. Fight, princess!"
Tigress Yu used her massive primal strength to hold all three of them steady in mid-air while kissing Zhao Ling's neck, pouring her life force directly into her. "Tiger sister fights with you. Husband saves you."
Lei Xin, Shang Mian, Hua Shi, Sheng Si, Ling Hun, and Luan Xu formed a protective sphere around them, pouring every law they possessed into the purification:
Thunder barriers crackled. Void shields folded space. Time slowed the black flames. Life-death cycles healed from within. Phantom bindings tried to pull the corruption out. Chaos-order balanced the raging energies.
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's body arched violently as another powerful orgasm tore through her. Her walls spasmed hard around Wei Chen, squirting golden-black essence that slowly turned purer gold with each powerful thrust.
"I love you… I love all of you…" she sobbed, nails digging into Wei Chen's shoulders. "Don't stop… even if I beg you to kill me… don't listen…"
Wei Chen kept thrusting — deep, steady, loving strokes while blood poured from his wounds.
Below them, the war raged on.
The main five disciples were fighting like legends born of fire.
Long Tian had grown to thirty thousand feet tall, his dragon sword domain covering half the continent 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 the real threat was Long Huang.
The Ancient Dragon Enemy laughed from above, his colossal voice shaking the heavens.
"Watch closely, little descendant. Watch as the woman you love destroys everything you hold dear."
Zhao Ling's body suddenly seized violently.
Her eyes turned fully gold-black again.
Dark phoenix power exploded outward in a sphere so strong it shattered the protective formation the queens had created.
"NO!" Zhao Ling screamed — but it was Long Huang's voice that came out. "Kill them. Kill them all."
She raised her hand toward the pride.
Black phoenix flames gathered into a devastating spear aimed directly at the hearts of Lin Xue, Su Mei, and Tigress Yu.
Wei Chen reacted instantly.
He spun Zhao Ling around mid-air, still buried deep inside her, and took the full force of the black flame spear directly into his chest.
The pain was beyond anything he had ever felt.
His golden sun brand dimmed violently. Blood sprayed from his mouth in a thick arc.
But he did not stop thrusting.
He held Zhao Ling tighter, kissed her with bloodied lips, and poured every last drop of his love and power into her.
"Fight him, Ling'er. Come back to me."
For one brief, beautiful, heartbreaking moment, Zhao Ling's eyes cleared completely.
She looked at Wei Chen with pure love and sorrow.
"Husband… I'm sorry… I love you… protect our child…"
Then the corruption slammed back into her with overwhelming force.
Zhao Ling's power surged to a level that rivaled Long Huang himself.
She looked at Wei Chen with pure heartbreak.
And whispered the words that shattered his soul:
"If you won't kill me… then I will make you watch as I destroy everything you love."
She unleashed her full corrupted power directly at the pride.
The blast was so powerful that even the three queens shielding them were sent flying backward.
Wei Chen took the full brunt of the attack while still inside her.
His body was thrown back, blood spraying from his mouth and wounds.
But he refused to let go.
He kept thrusting.
Kept kissing her.
Kept fighting for the woman he loved more than life itself.
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 hovered opposite Wei Chen, breathing hard, black tears streaming down her face.
She raised her hand toward the pride once more.
And prepared to unleash her full corrupted power again.
To be Continued
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