On the highest terrace of the Ten Thousand Forms Massacre.
Yi Hongchen slipped off her silk robe, revealing perfect, flawless skin, white and delicate, with enchanting curves.
She was stunningly beautiful, like an imagined Divine Maiden.
Lu Chengfeng looked at her with burning eyes; now he finally no longer needed to suppress his desires. His terrifying spiritual will was unleashed, though not intentionally, it turned the sky for thousands of miles around into a shade of crimson, like burning flames.
The ordinary people in the Royal Capital noticed the change in the sky, looked up and saw crimson clouds spreading across the firmament, burning like fierce flames.
Just a glance made them feel feverish, with dry throats and an unquenchable desire flooding their minds.
"Wife, come help your husband..."
"Young lady, just seeing you makes me feel hot all over, why don't you come with me, what do you say?"
"I want... I need..."
