With that, a surge of immense demonic power erupted from his body, and his massive, mountain-like form charged toward the Queen Mother with everything he had. "Boom!"
With a deafening crash, the Queen Mother's massive form was sent hurtling toward the inner wall by the impact of the "Little Lust-Bug." Under the force of these two entities—wielding powers that did not belong to the mortal realm—the sturdy walls of the imperial mausoleum crumbled away as easily as if they were made of tofu.
Yet, their momentum did not cease upon striking the wall; the very heart of the mountain, which housed the mausoleum, was torn open by the sheer force of their collision, much like a pool of water being split apart.
Moments later, their colossal bodies burst through the mountainside and emerged onto the vast plaza fronting the imperial mausoleum.
As the Queen Mother and the Little Lust-Bug surged out from the core of the mausoleum, we followed immediately—the structure was already collapsing, and to avoid being buried alive, we had no choice but to stay on their heels.
Once they cleared the mausoleum, we rushed out right behind them.
Upon exiting the mountain's interior, we were instantly stunned by the chaotic scene that unfolded before our eyes.
Across the expansive plaza in front of the mausoleum, the armies of the Tang Kingdom were locked in a brutal, fratricidal slaughter.
One side was centered around my second younger brother and commanded by Yang Ye, while the opposing side rallied around Prince Jing, led by a figure wreathed in demonic energy.
At the very forefront of the clash, Zhuge Lingshuang—the woman for whom my second brother harbors deep affection—was fighting on the front lines. She was locked in combat with another individual, this one also shrouded in demonic energy.
Zhuge Lingshuang's martial prowess was clearly inferior to her opponent's; had it not been for the assistance of the former Empress, Yang Bing, she would have surely been defeated by now.
Like Zhuge Lingshuang, Yang Bing was clad in full military armor, actively engaging the enemy.
Two female masters at the late stage of the Xiantian realm were pitted against a single demonic practitioner at the peak of the Xiantian realm—a lopsided engagement where they were forced primarily into a defensive stance, clearly at a disadvantage. After a careful search of the surroundings, there was no sign of Pang Xing and his group; had they joined the fray, Prince Jing and his forces would surely have secured victory by now.
Turning his gaze toward Prince Jing, Consort Pang—who stood by his side—and another expert from the Demonic Path, he noticed that the eyes of both the Prince and the Consort were vacant and devoid of any spark; it was clear they had fallen under the control of the Demonic Path.
Both opposing sides consisted of elite troops, numbering around ten thousand each, with even the weakest among them having reached the pinnacle of the Post-Natal realm.
There were over a thousand warriors at the early stage of the Pre-Natal realm, and several hundred more at the middle stage—a level of strength that far surpassed that of any major sect in the martial arts world, not to mention the significant number of fighters at the late Pre-Natal stage.
The true might of the Imperial Dynasty was laid bare.
The combatants, currently locked in fierce battle, were left stunned as the Queen Mother and the "Little Lewd Insect" came crashing out through the cliff face.
They had never beheld such colossal creatures—to say nothing of the fact that the Queen Mother herself was a giant.
Upon emerging from the cliff, the Queen Mother took in the scene of the battle below and gave a light wave of her hand; the opposing forces were instantly swept apart, forced to retreat.
As she and the Little Lewd Insect touched down, a wide, open space cleared on the plaza, providing room for them to continue their struggle.
Having been pushed back by the Queen Mother's overwhelming power, the combatants ceased fighting altogether—before the sheer might of the Queen Mother and the Little Lewd Insect, their own strength felt utterly insignificant, and they dared not draw any closer.
Once they landed, the Queen Mother and the Little Lewd Insect separated. The Little Lewd Insect immediately unleashed a multitude of tentacles, poised for further combat, yet the Queen Mother showed no sign of defense; she simply gazed at him, her expression filled with heartache.
"Little brother! Come back to the Immortal Realm with me!"
The Queen Mother pleaded with him once more. "Queen Mother! Do you look down on me? True, my power is nowhere near yours—but you're only a tiny avatar right now, possessing less than one ten-thousandth of your true strength. Do you really think I'll lose to you again?"
The "Little Lecher" shouted, his voice filled with rage.
"Little brother! I didn't come here to fight you. I came to take you back—to make amends for my past mistakes!"
The Queen Mother replied, her heart aching.
"Shut your mouth! Do you think I'd ever believe you?"
As he screamed, the Little Lecher lashed out with a dozen tentacles, striking the Queen Mother's body.
*Snap! Snap!* The tentacles landed squarely against her.
Throughout it all, the Queen Mother made no attempt to dodge, allowing the tentacles to whip across her beautiful form.
As the tentacles pulled away, her magnificent palace robes were left torn and shredded.
Her fair, flawless skin was exposed to the open air.
"A 'bitter-flesh' ruse? You think I'll trust you just because you won't fight back? Come on, Queen Mother—strike me! Otherwise, I'll strip you bare, and right in front of these mortals who worship you as a goddess, I'll fuck your filthy, slutty cunt to pieces—and get you pregnant all over again!"
The Little Lecher bellowed.
"If this is what it takes to convince you to return to the Immortal Realm with me, then what does it matter if you fuck me? Please, dear brother—just say yes and come away with me!"
The Queen Mother cried out to him. Hearing the Queen Mother's words, the "Little Lust-Bug" lunged toward her once more. She opened her arms, unguarded, bracing herself for the massive impact to come.
But instead of striking her, the creature extended countless tentacles, wrapping them around her limbs and hoisting her colossal, perfectly proportioned body high into the air.
"Hah! 'No harm,' you say? Well, I'm going to fuck your slutty cunt—this old bitch's pussy—until I've completely ravished it!"
As he roared, his tentacles began to tear away the Queen Mother's magnificent, ornate robes.
*Rrrrip...*
With the sound of fabric being shredded, the Queen Mother's flawless, mature body was laid entirely bare.
Radiating an ethereal, celestial aura—a presence that brought an involuntary sense of profound comfort—her body left everyone, even her adversaries, staring in stunned silence. They gazed at her alluring, shapely buttocks, her full, voluptuous breasts, and a vulva that exuded an intensely seductive, intoxicating scent.
Held high aloft, her massive, mature form was clearly visible even from a great distance—she was simply that enormous.
Spread wide by the creature's tentacles, the opening between her legs was vast enough for two grown men to pass through side by side.
Captivated by her enchanting physique and the intoxicating aura she emanated, everyone present—regardless of gender—found their own private parts stirred into a state of intense, aching arousal.
Yet, for the moment, no one was stripping or fucking; all eyes were fixed upon the Queen Mother and the Little Lust-Fiend, for the outcome of their confrontation would seal the fate of everyone present.