Demonic Cult Female Soldiers

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Fu Xingwu awoke for the third time under the stimulation of Fang Chen's true energy. The prolonged suffocation had indeed made her body more
sensitive, and the love fluid flowing from her flower cave was like oil coating his penis. Time and again, she teetered on the edge of life and death, her lust
rising and falling like waves, but never showing any signs of losing control. The subconscious will to survive aroused her lust, but there seemed to be a mysterious force
within , beyond her subconscious control, suppressing the surging lust.

Looking at the seemingly weak girl before him, Fang Chen felt a sense of defeat he had never felt before. He was furious, utterly
furious. He needed to vent, but spraying and ejaculating wildly in her passionless flower cave would only make him angrier.

Suddenly, Fang Chen picked up Fu Xingwu and rushed to a female soldier hanging in the air, her legs bound in an M-shape.
He slammed his palm into the female soldier's soft chest, and with a terrible scream, the female soldier spat out blood.
Before anyone in the cave could react, Fang Chen struck the female soldier's lower abdomen with his second palm.

With a dull thud, the ropes binding the female soldier snapped,
sending her flying like a cannonball into the cave more than ten meters away. The impact was so severe that it was clear she
was dead.

Killing one was far from enough to vent his anger. With Fu Xingwu still in his arms, Fang Chen rushed to another female soldier. This time,
he didn't even bother using his hands, kicking her directly in the stomach. The force of Fang Chen's full-force strike was immense; the
female soldier didn't even utter a sound. The ropes snapped again, and she flew straight away once more.

As Fang Chen reached the third person, countless high-decibel screams of terror echoed through the eerie, hellish
cave. Fu Xingwu, who had been listless, seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, shouting, "Stop!"
She reached out her slender arm to pull at Fang Chen's arm, but it was no use.

Seeing Fang Chen unleash a vicious palm strike, Fu Xingwu turned to look. She saw his palm strike land squarely on the female soldier's skull,
instantly flattening her head like a watermelon, her beautiful features contorted into a grotesque and terrifying expression.

"Stop! Why are you killing people? Why!" Seeing Fang Chen rush towards another female soldier
, and unable to stop him, Fu Xingwu desperately struck his chest with both palms. But the blows, devoid of any internal force,
were barely even a tickle. Fang Chen swung his arm, and Fu Xingwu turned again to see his hand, like a knife, slashing across the female soldier
's neck, blood gushing out like a waterfall.

"What are you doing! Stop! Stop!" Fang Chen, still holding her, moved towards another female soldier. Fu Xingwu
screamed, her small hands frantically pounding on Fang Chen's head. While the previous blow, though lacking internal force,
could at least be considered a martial arts move, her current actions were identical to the desperate reactions of any ordinary woman.

Although she wouldn't hurt or scratch him, the way her small hands waved in front of him annoyed Fang Chen. He grabbed her
slender, soft waist and hurled her body forward violently. Instantly,
Fu Xingwu, her legs dangling on either side of Fang Chen's hips, her flower still filled with his penis, fell backward as if her waist had broken.

Fu Xingwu first saw the female soldier's terrified face as she fell backward, then her head hit something. The female soldier
was thrown high into the air like a swing, and with a "thud," she crashed into the cave ceiling.
Another dull thud followed. With such a violent impact, it was clear without even looking that the female soldier was doomed.

Before the female soldier's body hit the cave ceiling and fell, Fang Chen took two more steps to the side and walked to a
female soldier with her legs spread apart and her upper body hanging horizontally in the air. One of her feet was shackled to the ground with an iron ring, while the other foot was tied
straight up with a rope hanging from the cave ceiling, her naked
body, full of youthful vitality, displayed in pain and humiliation.

The female soldier screamed. Although Fu Xingwu only understood a little Korean, she knew she was calling for help. Fu Xingwu was
extremely panicked and didn't know what to do. During the impact, Fang Chen had channeled
a burst of , making her head look like a giant iron hammer.

"Today, all of their deaths are because of you!" Fang Chen shouted. He wasn't lying.
If she had aroused his desire through teasing or suffocation, he truly didn't want to vent his anger by killing her.

Fu Xingwu was intelligent and perceptive. When Fang Chen started killing, she had a vague feeling that she might have
angered . His words confirmed it. She secretly regretted that she hadn't forcibly
suppressed her desire. Although arousing herself under the enemy's crotch was incredibly humiliating, what did her humiliation matter compared to
the lives ?

Just as she was about to speak, her body, which had been leaning back, suddenly began to swing uncontrollably. "No!" she screamed
, but her head still slammed into the female soldier's leg. Amidst the agonizing scream, she felt the sound of bones cracking.
At that moment, she wished it was her head that was broken, not the female soldier's leg.

Although Fang Chen had infused his inner energy, the impact still made Fu Xingwu dizzy, her vision
blurred , and before she could even think about what to say or do, her body was lifted slightly, then swayed again,
her head slamming into the female soldier's other thigh.

The two impacts broke both of the female soldier's legs, but not fatally. Fang Chen grabbed Fu Xingwu's hip, his palm
outstretched , and her naked body suddenly lunged forward. As most of his penis withdrew from her vagina, Fu Xingwu's head struck
the female soldier's abdomen. The female soldier's upper limbs were secured with ropes, so she wasn't thrown off, but her naked body, subjected to the tremendous
impact shook violently.

The thick, fleshy penis appeared and disappeared in Fu Xingwu's flower-like opening, its head repeatedly slamming against the female soldier's chest and abdomen.
At first, the female soldier screamed loudly, but soon fell silent, and bright red blood flowed continuously from her mouth.

Fu Xingwu shouted with all her might, "I promise, you... stop!"

Hearing Fu Xingwu's cry, Fang Chen slowed the pace of his thrusts and asked, "What did you promise?"

What did she promise? Fu Xingwu was stunned, and after a moment, she stammered, "I won't... I won't... I
won't... I won't do it like before!"

Fang Chen felt neither surprise nor excitement. If he wanted to use coercion, he would have done so already. He couldn't understand the Phoenix
Warrior's behavior, which completely disregarded himself and could be described as pedantic and foolish. Moreover,
after a while, it had lost its novelty. Besides, Fu Xingwu was a girl as radiant as the stars in the night sky, truly
the feeling he most desired.

"Too late!" Fang Chen said coldly, "Because of you, they all have to die!"

Fang Chen's answer surprised Fu Xingwu. She thought he would be like Situ Kong in the past, as long as she
satisfied his perverted demands and kept arousing her lust, she could save others. But for some reason, Fang
Chen completely ignored her. What should she do?

Seeing that the female soldier was lifeless, Fang Chen carried Fu Xingwu to the next one, saying as he walked, "They
died not only because of you, but I also want you to kill them with your own hands!"

Fu Xingwu asked in a panic, "What do you mean, too late? What do you want me to do? What do you want from me to
let them go?"

"I don't want you to do anything, I just want you to be your true self!" Fang Chen said.

Fu Xingwu couldn't understand what he meant. What did he mean by "true self"? Before she could figure it out, Fang Chen
turned her naked body around so that she was facing him. In front of her was a
female soldier hanging in the air, head down, feet up, legs spread like scissors.

Fang Chen grabbed Fu Xingwu's thighs, and his hot penis thrust into her open flower from behind. He looked at
the terrified expression on the female soldier's face as she hung upside down, and heard her trembling voice cry out, "Save me! Save me!" At this
moment , Fu Xingwu completely ignored the pain of her flower-like opening being expanded and quickly filled again. She shouted to the female soldier,
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! I'll help you!"

This time, Fang Chen didn't immediately begin the slaughter, which gave Fu Xingwu a glimmer of hope. She turned around and said,
"As long as you let them go, I..." What bargaining chips did she have besides herself to negotiate or exchange?

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Xingwu felt the penis inserted into her flower-like opening being pulled out more than halfway. She could foresee that she would
soon endure another round of violent impact. How should she face this rape? She could no longer control
her desires, but had to try to ignite her lust, just like when she was raped by Situ Kong. Perhaps then these female soldiers would have
a glimmer of hope.

The savage impact from behind followed immediately. Fu Xingwu's buttocks were firm, but after being violently struck,
they trembled like a snowball hitting the ground, her tender flesh bursting open. A tremendous force traveled from
her hips to her legs, causing her dangling calves to suddenly kick forward. Amidst the simultaneous screams of terror from both women
, Fu Xingwu's delicate, bare foot slammed heavily into the female soldier's high breasts. In an instant, the female soldier
swung backward like a pendulum.

The penis thrust rapidly in and out of Fu Xingwu's vagina, while her exquisitely beautiful legs danced in the air, her
bare repeatedly kicking the female soldier's body. The upside-down female soldier swung back and forth like a punching bag in a boxing gym, and
soon the screams abruptly ceased; a young life, like a flower, vanished in merciless brutality.

"No! Stop! Stop it!" Her cries couldn't stop the violence, but what other way could Fu
Xingwu express or vent the anger, fear, panic, and
grief within her, more intense than a tsunami?

"Fang Chen! I promise you! I'll do anything you want! Just let them go! Fang Chen, do you hear me!
Do you hear me!" Tears welled in Fu Xingwu's starry eyes, her voice choked with sobs.

Most Phoenix Warriors lived in training camps in Tibet until they were eighteen. They were instilled with the belief of
protecting the world, safeguarding humanity, and cherishing life. But this was merely a philosophy, not a code of conduct. Phoenix
Warriors varied in their understanding and execution of this philosophy.

For example, in battles against the Demonic Sect, under the principle of cherishing life, some Phoenix Warriors would deliberately
show mercy to capture their opponents alive; others would not, seizing any opportunity to kill. Another example is
Leng Aoshuang, captured by Ananda. She might have had a chance to escape, but to avoid harming the children,
she gave up resistance. However, this doesn't mean all Phoenix Warriors would make
the same . On the contrary, most Phoenix Warriors would choose to break through. Despite the differences, in most matters,
Phoenix Warriors would make the same choices, such as not committing suicide or killing prisoners.

It was precisely because the Phoenix Warriors possessed this guardian angel-like ideal that the Demonic Cult often exploited this weakness
. Of course, very few, like Leng Aoshuang, would choose to walk right into their trap, but the sight of innocent and weak people being
slaughtered while they were powerless to protect them still had a profound impact on their hearts.

Of course, people aren't machines; while the Phoenix Warriors shared the same ideals, each person's
feelings would differ. Fu Xingwu, with her simple and pure personality,
would have a stronger sense of sainthood and a spirit of sacrifice.

The hanging female soldier was dead, but Fang Chen, who had already killed seven, showed no sign of stopping, taking a few steps to
another female soldier. In the cave, dozens of female soldiers, except those locked in iron cages, had been bound into bizarre
positions by Fang Chen. This female soldier stood with her feet on the ground, her waist bent backwards, her body forming a semi-circular arch, like someone practicing yoga.

Fu Xingwu breathed heavily, forcing herself to calm down. Why had Fang Chen suddenly become murderous? The most
likely explanation was that he had used various methods against her to achieve his goal, and had finally become enraged. She felt some regret; if she had known
he was such a ruthless person, if she had known the consequences, perhaps she wouldn't have decided to
fight to the end to protect this last shred of dignity. But now it was too late for regrets; she could only try to appease his anger in some way to save
the female soldiers' lives. But she had clearly expressed her willingness to obey and fulfill any of his demands, yet he
continued to kill. Why was that? Perhaps that wasn't enough to vent his anger; he needed her to be even
more submissive and compliant.

"Fang Chen, wait a minute, don't kill her yet, listen to me, listen to me, okay!" In front of the female soldiers, whose bodies were bent like
an arch , Fu Xingwu grabbed Fang Chen's arm and turned around, calling out.

Fang Chen ignored her, holding her as he sat in the very center of his body, which resembled a white arch. Having killed several people,
his anger had been largely vented, but he still wanted to continue killing because he felt that at this moment, the girl in his arms had become
much more real. He could foresee that as long as he stopped killing, this ethereal girl would
fulfill his desires as he demanded. While there would be immense pleasure, it wouldn't possess the ineffable, intuitive
realism he felt.

The two straddled the female soldier's bent waist, one after the other. Fu Xingwu's heart pounded. Currently, their
feet were on the ground, so the pressure wasn't too great, but with a full thrust, the female soldier would surely die
.

"What do you want me to do to stop?" Fu Xingwu asked, sweat beading on her forehead.

"Do whatever you want, stop talking nonsense, or they'll die even faster!" Fang Chen said coldly,
then wrapped his arms around her slender waist and began thrusting his penis, which hadn't left her flower-like opening for a moment.

Fu Xingwu, riding a horse, her gaze falling on the female soldier beneath her, her expression filled with shock...
The pain was unbearable; she kept crying out, "Save me! Save me!" Being bound like this was already incredibly uncomfortable,
and now with two people sitting on top of her, Fu Xingwu couldn't imagine the agony she was enduring. Fang Chen was cold-blooded and cruel
; saying anything more would likely only intensify his murderous intent. Therefore, the only way was to ignite her own intense desire, to
satisfy him, to make him feel conquered, perhaps then he would stop the killing.

Before coming to Hong Kong, Fu Xingwu was a complete novice when it came to matters of the heart. After her virginity was taken,
due to the awakening of a mysterious power, her desires had briefly spiraled out of control. Afterwards, she suddenly gained an extremely strong
control ; this control wasn't just in restraint, but also in arousing them.

Fang Chen quickly noticed the changes in Fu Xingwu's body. He was surprised; under such circumstances,
how could she ignite the flames of passion? Was it all an act? Fang Chen quickly dismissed the idea. He was
the most knowledgeable about the female body among the four demons. Now, with his penis inside her, no subtle
reaction escaped his senses.

Surprised, Fang Chen didn't know whether to be happy or frustrated. Undoubtedly, sensing her
desire brought a surge of intense stimulation and pleasure. She was no longer a beautiful inflatable doll;
their intercourse was no longer a one-man show. Every thrust elicited a response—either
her vaginal muscles contracted perfectly, conveying her need and acceptance, or she would subtly wiggle her
snow-white buttocks, allowing him to enter more comfortably and enjoyably. These weren't deliberate actions, but
rather natural reactions to her body's yearning for desire.

However, Fang Chen felt a profound sense of frustration and loss, because she seemed more unreal now.
He couldn't distinguish between the real her—the one who could control her desires under the influence of aphrodisiacs, sexual stimulation, and suffocation
, and the one who could still be filled with lust in the face of bloodshed—or perhaps neither was the real
her.

Fu Xingwu looked at the female soldier beneath her, trying to comfort and encourage her with her eyes. Fang Chen hadn't
killed her ; there should still be hope. Facing the violent impact from behind, Fu Xingwu tiptoed, gently swaying her snow-white
buttocks, a seductive moan escaping from her slightly parted red lips.

Hearing Fu Xingwu's desire-filled moan, Fang Chen shuddered with pleasure, but she seemed even more distant from
him ; these two completely different feelings left Fang Chen with indescribable emotions. As the moans grew
louder and more continuous, Fang Chen hardened his heart, grabbed her, and slammed her down. "No!" Fu Xingwu
screamed , her body and heart plummeting into an abyss.

The female soldier, arching her back, was pressed to the ground, her body twisted in a bizarre and grotesque position. Fu
Xingwu didn't know if her waist was broken, but her limbs were definitely broken; a broken arm bone protruded from her elbow,
blood gushing out continuously.

The female soldier wasn't dead yet. Fu Xingwu, who was on top of her, felt her still writhing in pain. Tears welled up
again . She trembled and reached out, wanting to put the exposed arm bone back in place, but her hand
remained outstretched, afraid to move, lest she cause the soldier more pain.

"Save me!"

the female soldier's dying voice rang in her ears. Fu Xingwu, her hand still outstretched, cried, "Don't be afraid, I'll
save you. It's all my fault, I'll save you, don't be afraid!"

At that moment, the impact from behind began again. Fu Xingwu couldn't control her anger.
She twisted around, bracing herself with one hand on the ground, and roared at Fang Chen, "Fang Chen, you beast! If you have the guts, kill me! You're worth
... worth..." In her rage, Fu Xingwu didn't even know what to say anymore.

Fang Chen sneered, his hand gripping her shapely buttocks, his penis continuing its unrestrained thrusting in and out of her flower-like opening. Fu
Xingwu cursed loudly for a moment before slowly calming down. What had happened could never be changed. There were
so many innocent people here; she would fight for them to her last breath.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Fu Xingwu turned around and murmured to the dying female soldier. She
bent down , cupped the soldier's delicate face, and gently wiped the blood from her mouth, but soon the blood flowed again,
staining her lips red, no matter how much she wiped.

"Save them," the female soldier said to Fu Xingwu in a weak, almost inaudible voice,
then closed her eyes, no longer breathing. Fu Xingwu's crystal tears fell like broken pearls
onto the female soldier's cheeks. She nodded forcefully, saying, "I will, I will."

Fang Chen thrust his hips, his flower-like opening still warm, but no longer responding. He thought to himself, "
I really admire you for still being able to burn with desire like this!" But not long after, his eyes widened, and
an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. Although she was still holding the female soldier and crying, her flower hole became hot again
, then spasmed and contracted more powerfully, welcoming each of his penetrations.

"What kind of person are you!" Fang Chen stopped thrusting, but her snow-white buttocks were still swaying slowly in an
extremely seductive manner.

"Then kill another one!" Fang Chen picked up Fu Xingwu, stepped over the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, and walked towards
another female soldier.

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Finally, Leng Aoshuang exhausted her remaining strength, and the swaying of her hips suddenly stopped. She screamed and howled,
her body convulsing violently like a dying animal.

At this moment, although Leng Aoshuang was in extreme pain, Ananda was not completely enjoying the pleasure. His aim
was to weaken her willpower through pain, to make her show even the slightest weakness, retreat, or submission—for example, her cries
of "Stop! Let me go! Stop!"—which, while meaningless, could still be seen
as a sign of weakness. Adding the word "beg" before it would make it perfect. He wanted to inflict pain on her,
but he didn't want her to die or suffer massive, irreversible damage.

Leng Aoshuang's true energy was waning; without its protection, the delicate walls of her flower-like orifice couldn't withstand the intense
heat of the malevolent penis and would soon be scorched. Moreover, Ananda knew that the head of the penis was pressing against
the cervix deep within her flower-like orifice, and it wouldn't be long before it caused devastating damage to her uterus. There were also
signs of her true energy going astray; Ananda couldn't be sure if she would suffer another qi deviation.

Ananda anxiously awaited what he hoped for, nervously assessing and calculating her
limits . Finally, he sensed she had reached or even exceeded her limit, and he faced a choice: either ignore her...
Life or death? Either withdraw or suppress the technique, or withdraw the penis from her flower-like opening.

Various thoughts swirled in Ananda's mind. Withdrawing or suppressing the technique meant no chance of breaking through tonight;
he had to stop for now and think of another way. With that thought, he lifted Leng Aoshuang's jade-like legs, moved his body backward, and pulled
his penis out of her flower-like opening.

Although it was Leng Aoshuang who was suffering, and the fierce demon and the ghost demon knew she was still alive, for the past fifteen minutes
, the two had been on tenterhooks, not daring to even breathe. If such a peerless beauty were to be raped to death, even
a stone man would sigh with regret.

Suddenly, the ghost demon cried out, "Brother, look! Look!" He pointed to the close-up split screen, where a penis,
flowing with crimson light, was pressed tightly against Leng Aoshuang's slightly raised mons pubis, the sparse, delicate downy
hair, like a baby's scalp, curling up as if scorched by fire.

"No wonder her pubic area was so bare today! I thought the Demonic Monk had shaved it off, but it turns out it
was burned off like this!" Gui Chi exclaimed again.

If Ananda hadn't pushed his demonic arts to their peak, or if Leng Aoshuang hadn't been brimming with true energy, things wouldn't have turned out this way. But
with the balance shifting , the already sparse fine hairs were burned away completely during the intense spasms, leaving her pubic area as
smooth and delicate as a newborn baby's.

After much deliberation, Ananda lifted Leng Aoshuang's taut legs again. He was determined to find a new opportunity.
At Ananda's level in martial arts, diligent practice alone was no longer enough for significant progress. A breakthrough
required either a new understanding of martial arts or the appearance of some fortuitous encounter. Seeking a breakthrough with Leng Aoshuang was more
akin to the latter. Since it was fate, things couldn't be forced too much, otherwise, the true meaning of fate would be lost.

Although Ananda believed that occupying the spiritual high ground was the key to this opportunity, he couldn't overlook
one crucial point: his own thirst for desire. Faced with Leng Aoshuang's unparalleled beauty, no one could
remain unmoved. He wasn't entirely incapable of restraint, but excessive restraint would be deliberate, and a lack of unrestrained
boldness might cause him to miss the opportunity.

His burning penis pressed against her flower-like opening once more, but Leng Aoshuang gathered her remaining true energy to block its entry.
Ananda knew she couldn't hold on much longer, but even if she couldn't, what could he do? Suddenly,
an idea flashed through Ananda's mind. He grabbed Leng Aoshuang's legs, pulling her suspended body closer, his crimson glans sliding
over her flower-like opening and pressing against her pale pink anus.

Ananda wouldn't allow anyone to defile Leng Aoshuang; she was still a virgin when captured, a fact known to his
subordinates , many of whom had personally participated in this earth-shattering battle and witnessed her loss of virginity. Many
believe that besides Ananda, another man had possessed her body. On
his journey back to Luofeng Island from Siberia, Ananda encountered the invincible emperor, Sheng Xingtian, and Ananda brought Leng Aoshuang with him.
Could any man resist Leng Aoshuang's allure? At least in Qinglong Leipo's opinion, no one could, let
alone those of lower status. But only Ananda knew that when he told Sheng Xingtian that Leng Aoshuang might be
the key to his martial arts breakthrough, Sheng Xingtian magnanimously praised her beauty but didn't even touch
her.

Although Ananda and Leng Aoshuang had engaged in intercourse multiple times, many things remained unexperienced. Ananda had never kissed
her, although many of his subordinates had had their penises inserted into her mouth, but there had never been a true kiss
between . It wasn't that Ananda didn't want to, but each time they intercourse, her martial arts would be restored; if
she used her full inner energy to bite him, even his superior martial arts would be useless. Of course, he could kiss her freely while her true energy was suppressed
, but Ananda wanted to save those kisses for after his martial arts breakthrough, when he wouldn't have to bind her for sex
.

At the same time, Ananda had never entered Leng Aoshuang's anus. Firstly, he didn't have that particular fetish, and
secondly, when the opportunity for a martial arts breakthrough arrived, certain factors might act as catalysts. Just like
now , he targeted her anus, intending to kill three birds with one stone. First, the first violation of her anus
might shake her willpower; secondly, once his penis was inside her, his desires would have an
outlet ; more importantly, the anus lacked a fragile organ like the uterus that could quickly lead to death, and
even if the lustful fire burned the inner walls, he wouldn't feel too much regret.

In the instant before entering her anus, Ananda saw anger, pain,
and even , but not even the slightest trace of weakness, submission
, or pleading that he wanted to see. Leng Aoshuang's gaze ignited Ananda's fury. He gave a soft shout, his hand gripping her leg shifting
from upward to downward pressure, causing her crescent-shaped legs to slowly straighten again.

The fierce demons and ghostly creatures were unaware that this was Leng Aoshuang's first time being violated from behind. In their minds,
even if they only had one chance to possess her, they would not miss any of the other methods besides vaginal penetration and anal sex, oral sex, or breast sex
. Even so, the entire process of penetration still thrilled them.

Amidst Leng Aoshuang's painful groans, their bodies pressed together once more. Beneath the smooth
mons pubis , two pink petals, seemingly battered by wind and rain, were disheveled yet still exquisitely beautiful.
Not far from the petals, the delicate little daisy had vanished, replaced by a ring of pale pink flesh, like a child's open
mouth biting a crimson behemoth.

After a moment of deathly silence, the crimson penis began its ferocious assault. The tender flesh gripping it was
mercilessly torn out, then brutally forced back in, in a relentless, gruesome cycle. Amidst Leng Aoshuang's painful
groans, Ananda roared, kicking away the iron platform binding him. He assumed a horse stance, gripping
her thighs with both hands, his crimson penis thrusting in and out of Bai Wuxia's crotch with incredible speed. While

Leng Aoshuang was important to Ananda, the sudden breakthrough in martial arts was even more crucial. At this moment, Luofeng Island appeared
calm , but a crisis was already brewing. Besides guarding against the Phoenix's attack, there were recent rumors that an
organization called the Extreme Angels was also eyeing Luofeng Island covetously. In a few days, he would be leaving Luofeng Island with several important matters to attend to.
The journey was long, and he couldn't take Leng Aoshuang with him. If he couldn't achieve a breakthrough today, the next
opportunity would be even more elusive. Therefore, he resolved to take a gamble, even if it meant her death, to find an opportunity for a breakthrough
.

When Ananda, with all his demonic power, raped a woman, the cruelty of the scene was unimaginable. He
After charging and crashing wildly in front of Leng Aoshuang for a long time, his body twisted and he inexplicably slipped
behind , his impact becoming even more violent than before.

Under Ananda's frenzied pounding, the chains binding Leng Aoshuang's hands and feet trembled violently, her naked body shaking
even more violently than the chains themselves. Leng Aoshuang was like a small boat in a vast ocean, on the verge of being completely swallowed up. But
each time she seemed to be facing certain doom, the small boat continued to struggle in the storm.

People on the verge of death often unleash their potential; the Demonic Sect used this method to train its warriors, while Feng
increased her power through cultivation and comprehension. Undeniably, the Demonic Sect's methods were more direct and effective, which is why
the number of people skilled in martial arts in the Demonic Sect far exceeded that of Feng.

Ananda was unaware that while Leng Aoshuang was on the verge of death in Siberia, her martial arts had actually made a breakthrough;
her "Northern Dipper Frost Qi" had broken through to the sixth level, advancing even further. At this moment, the opportunity Ananda sought
had not yet appeared, but Leng Aoshuang's "Northern Dipper Frost Qi" showed a faint possibility of breaking through. However, facing such a ferocious
attack, anything was possible; she could break through, or she could succumb and die.

When both possibilities teetered on the brink, Leng Aoshuang first broke through to the seventh level of her "Northern Dipper Frost Qi,"
but then fainted. At this point, if Ananda continued his rape, she would quickly perish due to the loss of her
defenses . Fortunately, upon seeing her unconscious, Ananda immediately withdrew his penis from her anus,
placing his palm on her back to protect her heart. When Leng Aoshuang slowly awoke, her starry eyes
shone brightly , and the sweat on her body vanished instantly.

In that instant, the corners of Leng Aoshuang's mouth slightly turned up, a hint of joy appearing on her beautiful face. Although still imprisoned
, the breakthrough in her martial arts filled her with inexplicable excitement.

[The End]

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