Wei Chen shot into the torn rift like a golden comet, his Forbidden Yang Dragon Form cutting through the endless darkness. His solar fire wings burned bright, pushing back the icy void mist that tried to swallow him. Behind him, his eighteen queens followed in a tight formation, their auras linked through the complete sun bond. The rift's edges screamed as they passed, but Wei Chen's spear kept them open just enough for the pride to enter.
"Su Mei!" Wei Chen roared, his voice echoing through the void like thunder. "Hold on! We're coming!"
The void realm was a nightmare world. Endless black space stretched in all directions, broken only by floating islands of jagged black stone and rivers of corrupting gold-black mist. The air itself was alive with hunger—it pulled at their qi, trying to suck their energy dry. Void tendrils lashed out like living whips, cold and sharp.
Lin Xue's frost domain spread out first. "Stay close, sisters! Ice shields up!" She waved her hands, and blue-white frost walls formed around the pride, freezing the tendrils solid before they could touch anyone. Her silver hair flowed like a cool wind, her pale body glowing with power from the recent cycles.
Tigress Yu charged ahead, her bronze muscles flexing as she smashed a tendril with her claws. "Primal path clear! Follow tiger queen!"
The pride moved fast. Lei Xin's thunder storms lit the way, electric sparks dancing through the dark. Shang Mian folded space to shortcut distances, making the endless void feel shorter. Hua Shi reversed time on some attacks, making them happen before they could hit. Sheng Si rotted the mist with death qi, while her life qi kept the pride's wounds healing. Ling Hun bound phantom chains around void creatures that got too close. Luan Xu balanced chaos blasts with order shields. Astra's star barrages punched holes in the mist, and Umbra's eclipse shadows hid them from bigger threats.
But the horrors were everywhere.
A swarm of void beasts attacked—massive serpent-like creatures with jaws full of black teeth. They lunged at Astra, trying to pull her starry body into the dark.
Wei Chen teleported in front, his spear thrusting forward. The Forbidden Yang Dragon Spear pierced the first serpent's head, exploding it in a mix of gold fire and starry shadows. "No one touches my starry queen!"
Astra smiled devoted, her voluptuous body pressing close mid-fight. "Husband… protect us all."
The battle turned epic. The pride fought as one. Tigress Yu tackled a serpent, ripping its throat open with her claws. Lin Xue froze three more solid. Su Mei was missing, but her strand in the bond pulsed faint, guiding them deeper.
They reached a massive black ice throne floating in the void's heart. On it sat Su Mei, bound by gold-black chains, her crimson body pale and trembling as cold threads pulled at her name and soul. Her horns were dim, her eyes half-closed, but she looked up when she sensed them.
"Wei Chen…" she whispered weak, her voice echoing faint through the bond. "My dragon… you came…"
"Always," Wei Chen said, his voice thick with emotion. He charged the throne, spear leading.
But the Ultimate Void Dragon God was waiting.
The God's full form manifested around the throne—colossal beyond words, its black claw now part of a body that filled the lair like a living void. "Fools. You came to feed me directly."
The God unleashed its power. Void storms raged, pulling the pride apart. Icy tendrils lashed out, grabbing at queens.
Lei Xin was caught first—tendril wrapping her leg, pulling her toward the throne. She screamed as cold threads sank into her skin.
Wei Chen teleported, cutting the tendril with his spear. "My thunder queen—hold on!"
He pulled her into his arms mid-air, thrusting deep into her electric heat. "Quick cycle—take my yang!"
Lei Xin moaned desperate, legs wrapping his waist. "Yes—fuck me—save your thunder queen!"
He pounded savage—balls slapping wet, hands gripping her ass while fighting off more tendrils with one wing. Lei Xin climaxed hard, walls clenching thunder-tight, squirting violet essence that burned the God's mist. Wei Chen filled her deep with thick ropes of yang seed, her breakthrough surging as thunder power grew stronger.
He set her down with a quick kiss. "Fight with me."
Similar desperate cycles happened across the lair. Shang Mian was grabbed by a tendril—Wei Chen rescued her with a fast thrust into her void heat, creampie sealing her stronger. Hua Shi's time aura was disrupted—he took her standing, filling her with seed to reverse the cold.
Fluffy moment bloomed mid-rescue: After saving Lei Xin, she nuzzled his neck cute. "Husband… your love shocks me every time." He kissed her forehead soft. "And your thunder makes my heart race." They shared a sweet smile before jumping back into fight.
Energized, Wei Chen invented a new weapon mid-battle. He pointed one finger at his spear and mixed it with pride essence. It evolved into Ultimate Yang Dragon Spear: Pride Harmony Variant—glowing with nineteen colors, able to pierce god-level voids and explode with combined yin-yang force.
He charged the throne again, spear thrusting at the God's core.
The God countered with a claw swipe—impact sending shockwaves that cracked void islands.
The pride unleashed everything. Queens formed a formation around the throne—Lin Xue freezing the chains, Su Mei corroding them, Yu smashing with primal claws. The others added laws—thunder blasting, space folding chains away, time reversing binds, life-death rotting, soul binding, chaos-order exploding.
Wei Chen reached Su Mei, cutting the last chain with his spear. She fell into his arms, weak but alive. "Husband… my dragon…"
He pulled her close, thrusting deep into her scorching demonic heat mid-air. "Welcome back, my demoness. Take my yang—full reward."
Su Mei moaned loud, legs wrapping him tight. "Yes—fuck me—fill your demon queen!"
He pounded savage while fighting the God's tendrils. Su Mei climaxed fast, walls clenching demonic-hot, squirting crimson essence that burned the God's flesh. Wei Chen filled her deep with thick ropes, her breakthrough surging as demonic power grew stronger.
The God roared in pain, its body cracking under the pride's combined attacks.
Wei Chen thrust his spear into the God's core—nineteen colors exploding inside.
The God screamed, its form beginning to dissolve.
But in its dying throes, it grabbed another queen—Lin Xue again—for one last devour attempt.
Lin Xue gasped as the icy tendril pulled her toward the closing rift.
The God was taking her with it.
To be Continued
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