"Thud, thud, thud, thud..."
The muffled sound of collisions echoed gently like sobbing whimpers, resonating in the dimly lit and vacant screening room.
In Sun Zhe's eyes, a layer of extreme madness had seemingly solidified, resembling a beast that had lost its senses.
The invisible flames ignited by the Yang Qi had scorched his body and mind, leaving him unable to think, only driven by instinctual release.
The intense pressure left Leng Yuening feeling suffocated, her eyes slightly rolling back with tears, as if enduring pain.
Yet the feeling of being unable to resist, not treated gently, and being powerfully crushed and conquered stirred a trace of madness deep within her icy heart, an unusual thrill.
The sound of squelching mixed with whimpering hums lasted nearly seven or eight minutes until Sun Zhe let out a muffled strange roar and suddenly stopped moving, signaling the end of this stormy encounter.
