The Patriarch's massive body exploded into black ash that scattered across the void like dying stars. Wei Chen hovered in his Forbidden Yang Dragon Form, golden scales gleaming with solar fire, horns curved sharp from his head, and wings of pure yang flame beating slowly. His golden eyes burned with roguish confidence as he watched the Patriarch's remaining essence flee back into the giant rift like a coward.
But the rift did not close.
Instead, it widened violently, like a mouth opening wider to swallow the cosmos. More Void Dragon Ancestors poured out in an endless tide—hundreds now, each one the size of small worlds, their black-void scales absorbing all light around them. Their roars shook nearby stars into dust, and their breath attacks turned entire sections of space into poisonous abysses that pulled in everything.
"Bring it," Wei Chen repeated with a shameless grin, his voice booming like thunder across the battlefield. "I've got nineteen queens and a whole sect ready for you."
The pride formation tightened around him. Astra and Umbra, the two newest queens, hovered close on either side of him. Astra's starry hair flowed like a living galaxy veil over her voluptuous curves, her body still flushed and marked with fresh creampies from the mid-battle initiation. Umbra's shadowy wings spread wide, her fiery eyes glowing with fresh devotion, lithe toned body glistening with his seed. Both women trembled with power—their new yang strands burning bright inside them.
"Master," Astra whispered, starry eyes full of awe and desire, "we just joined… but we fight with you."
Umbra's voice was huskier, wings flickering shadow. "Pound us again later. Right now, we'll tear these voids apart for you."
The three main queens—Lin Xue, Su Mei, and Tigress Yu—flanked them protectively. Lin Xue's eternal ice empress aura spread cool protective frost. Su Mei's demonic chains crackled crimson. Yu's primal roar shook the air as she flexed her bronze muscles.
The rest of the pride formed layers around them—Lei Xin crackling with thunder, Shang Mian folding space, Hua Shi reversing time pockets, Sheng Si twisting life and death, Ling Hun binding phantom souls, Luan Xu balancing chaos and order. All nineteen queens were now linked in perfect harmony, their combined yin feeding Wei Chen's yang like an endless furnace.
Below on the continent, the main five disciples shone brightly.
Long Tian expanded his dragon sword domain to cover thousands of outer disciples, his blade slashing through void dragon breath with roaring force. "Hold the formation! Master's light protects us!"
Huo Feng led a phoenix fire charge, rebirth-cycling fallen disciples back into the fight stronger than before. "For the Yang Dragon! Burn them all!"
Xuan Shi grew into a colossal stone titan, tanking direct hits from ancestor claws while punching back with earth-shaking fists. Mei Ling's charm illusions made entire groups of ancestors attack each other in confusion. Bing Qing's ice domain froze void tendrils solid, shattering them into harmless shards.
The battle turned into a storm of epic proportions.
Void Dragon Ancestors breathed corrupting black flames that twisted reality, pulling legions toward oblivion. Wei Chen's disciples countered with Nine-Suns Harmony Scripture techniques enhanced by his latest pills. Explosions lit the void as dragon swords clashed with void claws, phoenix flames met black breath, and ice blades froze space itself.
But the pressure was immense. A lesser ancestor the size of a moon lunged at Su Mei. She dodged with crimson chains, but its tail whipped around and slammed her hard. She crashed into a floating debris chunk, blood trickling from her lips.
Wei Chen teleported instantly, catching her in his draconic arms. "My demoness—hold on."
He pulled her close mid-air, thrusting deep into her scorching demonic heat right there in the chaos. "Quick reward—take my yang."
Su Mei moaned loud, legs wrapping his scaled waist. "Yes—fuck me hard, dragon! Fill your demoness!"
He pounded savage—balls slapping wet, hands gripping her ass while blocking incoming void breath with one wing. Su Mei climaxed fast, walls clenching demonic hot, squirting crimson essence that burned away nearby mist. Wei Chen filled her deep with thick ropes of yang seed, her breakthrough surging as corruption qi grew stronger.
He set her down gently with a kiss. "Stay close, Mei'er."
Similar quick rewards happened across the pride—Astra got a fast standing fuck against a floating rock, her starry pussy squirting galactic essence as Wei Chen creampied her mid-battle. Umbra was bent over a debris chunk, shadowy wings spread as he took her from behind, her eclipse-tight folds gripping like void suction until she screamed in climax.
Fluffy moment bloomed between waves: After one round, Astra nuzzled shyly against Umbra while Wei Chen fought nearby. "Sister… your shadows feel nice against my stars." Umbra smiled fiery, kissing Astra's forehead softly. "And your stars light my dark. We'll tease husband together later." They shared a sweet, giggling moment before jumping back into battle.
Energized by the cycles, Wei Chen invented a new weapon mid-fight. He pointed one finger at his own blood and mixed it with Astra's starry essence and Umbra's eclipse yin. A massive spear formed—Forbidden Yang Dragon Spear: Star-Eclipse Variant—golden shaft with swirling starry and shadowy veins that could pierce void scales and explode inside with dual yin-yang force.
He blurred forward, spear thrusting through a lesser ancestor's core. It exploded in a beautiful mix of stars and shadows, void dust scattering.
The Patriarch's essence suddenly reformed at the rift's edge, now stronger, laughing darkly. "You delay the inevitable, whelp. Our Emperor awakens… and he hungers for your pure yang bloodline."
More ancestors poured out endlessly. The pride fought harder, disciples shining, but the numbers were overwhelming. The citadel wards began cracking under the endless assault.
Wei Chen's draconic eyes narrowed. "Then let's make him choke."
But from the deepest part of the rift, a single colossal eye opened—ancient, infinite, filled with pure void hunger that made even the ancestors bow in fear.
The Ultimate Void Dragon God was waking.
Its voice rumbled across the cosmos like the end of all things:
"Yang Dragon… your blood is mine."
To be Continued
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