Deep in the rainforest, a clearing had been cleared for military purposes.
Lush green trees and cascading vines surrounded the clearing like a green veil.
Atop a treetop, a small monkey curiously peered down at the camp, only to be immediately pulled into its mother's arms.
The mother monkey was still shaken, unwilling to let her cub remain there; it was far too dangerous.
This place was originally their habitat, but since the arrival of a group of two-legged creatures riding massive steel beasts, peace had been eroded.
Not long ago, a series of deafening explosions and bursts of light, louder than thunder, filled the air.
After a brief respite of two days, their herd returned only to find chaos below: thousands of male two-legged creatures vying for the attention of a single, leopard-like, agile, and powerful female.
Creatures with a certain level of intelligence, especially primates, share a common aesthetic sense. Even a monkey could discern the striking beauty and danger emanating from the female below.
Those common two-legged creatures were no match for her!
Yet, they shamelessly launched a coordinated attack of thousands, utterly lacking any gentlemanly conduct, a sight utterly contemptible to the monkeys.
But to their great satisfaction, the thousand shameless two-legged creatures who had launched the ambush were all defeated and routed by a single female, their cries of agony echoing everywhere.
The monkeys in the trees screeched, watching this scene with great glee…
What the monkeys saw was that the tents and houses in the clearing were all overturned and scattered, the ground splattered with blackened, trampled patches of stubborn, pale green grass.
Lying in the mud were soldiers from Southeast Asia, their skin dark, so many, yet not one of them could stand.
They groaned, limbs severed and bleeding. Even those with minor injuries, unable to rise due to fractures, could only writhe in the mud.
But they were relatively lucky; many others, with collapsed chests or broken necks, lay motionless…
It looked like a brutal battlefield, but what was truly despicable was that everyone was naked from the waist down, their genitals hanging like writhing, twisted snakes of varying sizes and lengths.
Many were still greasy, as if just pulled from tight orifices, and the ground was splattered with murky white and yellowish liquids, making the scene even more chaotic.
This was indeed a battlefield, but it was a battle between a group of men and a woman. It was a case of numbers overwhelming the few, blows delivered with force; there should have been no reason for them to lose.
Unfortunately, their opponent was the War Queen, Tang Lanyan—
Even with her power suppressed, even with overwhelming numbers and thousands of penises vying to penetrate her, she was still no match for the War Queen.
Because even in such a disadvantageous situation, she wouldn't be discouraged, nor would she despair and stop fighting.
She wouldn't be bound by the form of combat. If the men's weapon was their penises, and her weapon was only her tender vagina, she would never sit idly by and wait to be fucked. Even with just her vagina, she could crush the men!
These Southeast Asian soldiers couldn't believe that even naked, unarmed, and unable to use her supernatural powers, Tang Lanyan still possessed such destructive power.
Even when overwhelmed by their immense sacrifice, not only her anus, but also her delicate, powder-like feet, her jade-like toes, her long, powerful arms, her round, firm breasts, even her armpits and mouth, would become weapons.
Just like Zhao Ziran, who could manipulate even her subconscious with unparalleled calculation abilities, Tang Lanyan's instinctive control over her body was also incredibly precise.
Her combat awareness was exceptionally keen, her understanding of her enemies' weaknesses was like observing fire. A flick of her toes at the glans could force an uncontrollable ejaculation; a squeeze of her vagina could send shivers down her spine…
After breaking free, she would become even more vigorous.
And who knows how much it would take to suppress her? In the end, she managed a stunning comeback, defeating everyone!
However, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. The appearance of the black man plunged Tang Lanyan into crisis…
On a grassy field not far from the "main battlefield,"
a tall, bald black man, whose hands and feet were all made of gleaming metal, was pinning down a flawless, exquisitely sculpted, and alluring body.
The black man pressed down on Tang Lanyan, one dark, muscular arm and the other mechanical arm gripping her knees, pinning her legs firmly to her sides.
They were two perfectly rounded, smooth legs, muscular and more flawless than any ancient Greek sculptor's work, almost beyond imagination.
They could instantly capture anyone's attention, especially now, under the black man's weight, her slender waist arched, her snowy buttocks facing the sky, her large, firm buttocks taut, showcasing the alluring lines of her beautiful legs from thighs, knees, calves, and ankles.
If an ordinary person were pinned in such a position, their feet would barely reach their temples, but Tang Lanyan's body possessed not only astonishing resilience, but also a leg length beyond the reach of ordinary people.
With her knees touching her shoulders, Tang Lanyan's captivating calves stretched long beyond her beautiful head, straight and slender, breathtakingly long.
Even the Black man himself felt as if he were holding a perfectly round, smooth, and translucent jade pillar. Beneath its smooth, snow-white skin, it seemed as if it were filled with taut, steel-like muscles, their firmness and fullness exceeding all expectations.
Tang Lanyan's small feet were curled upwards, from her smooth, egg-shaped heels to the arches and soles, a pale pink hue with fine, jade-like folds. Her delicate, pink toes resembled tempting pearls, making one want to hold them in their mouth and savor them.