If he were in that position today, he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to instigate a Civil War. Moreover, this transformation made Luo Shaowen realize that a mere facsimile of immortality was not what he truly sought; it was only after witnessing Li Zhiyu's unrivaled power that he finally found his true objective.
Besides, the collective strength of the Seven Deadly Sins had been diminished in that previous battle, making the prospect of casually swapping bodies far more difficult than before.
He was determined to claim the power of Pure Yang.
However, while the "Pseudo-Pure Yang Body" exerted a significant influence on him, it was not enough to turn him into a mindless brute.
No matter how restless or ravenous this body became, Luo Shaowen would not rashly enter the fray; even with multiple safeguards in place, he insisted on reaping the fruits of victory only when the outcome was absolutely certain.
The War Queen was a prize he was determined to secure—at this stage, she was even more important to him than his own niece.
Without a woman possessing a resilient, indomitable physique, how could he temper the volatile Pure Yang energy within him into a power he could truly call his own?
...
Tang Lanyan withdrew her gaze; for a fleeting moment, she had felt the sensation of a fierce, cunning beast fixing its eyes upon her.
Her full, firm, and shapely breasts—curving like the abdomen of a queen bee—heaved slightly. Strangely, her body seemed to have prepared itself in advance; a gentle warmth spread along the slit between her thighs as moisture welled up, rendering the area slick and glistening.
Whether she cared to admit it or not, this was a memory etched into her flesh. Her body recalled those frenzied, soul-shattering couplings and the ecstasy that teetered on the edge of life and death. Much like the thrill and trembling excitement of an adrenaline rush when facing a formidable foe, her body had grown wet in anticipation of the "showdown" that might soon unfold below. Tang Lanyan took a deep breath; had anyone seen her expression then, they would surely have been astonished by the faint blush coloring the face of the "War Queen."
Suddenly, the roar of engines erupted.
Steel combat vehicles came crashing through the jungle, flattening the undergrowth as they charged out like dark-green beasts.
*Boom!*
Cannon barrels spewed massive bursts of flame. Tang Lanyan moved with lightning speed, channeling her supernatural power; a flash of multicolored light swept over her lithe, athletic form, instantly stripping away all mud and grime through a sudden shift in elemental properties.
Her naked body was revealed, skin as white as snow; set against the backdrop of exploding earth and flying branches, she looked like a Valkyrie—beautiful, agile, and untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
After dodging several rounds of fire, Tang Lanyan closed in on a tank. However, upon destroying it, she discovered there was no human pilot inside—only a maze of microchips, circuitry, and mechanical components.
She realized instantly that these were unmanned vehicles, much like aerial drones.
This meant she could no longer replenish her supplies while fighting as she had before. Furthermore, battling these tanks required the frequent use of her supernatural abilities; each time she channeled that power, a heat would rise from deep within her lower abdomen, steadily draining her stamina.
Tang Lanyan's movements began to slow. She narrowly escaped disaster several times, relying on sheer physical reflexes to dodge attacks. Ultimately, however, she utilized her agility to target and destroy the critical components of the unmanned tanks with minimal energy expenditure, finally bringing the last one to a halt. She was heavily spent; her ample breasts heaved violently, and a bead of perspiration clung precariously to a cherry-pink nipple.
The scene was truly a battlefield now—a landscape of utter devastation. Wrecked unmanned tanks lay scattered haphazardly, some even overturned, their armored plating scarred with the distinct imprints of small fists and toes.
It was hard to believe—yet impossible to deny—that a single person had wrought this destruction.
Yet, even after defeating that wave, a fresh roar echoed through the area; more unmanned tanks appeared, far outnumbering the previous batch.
After all, this was now Luo Shaowen's home turf; with a single prototype available, he could churn out as many of these tanks as he pleased.
However, the tanks did not swarm forward; instead, they formed a loose encirclement. A path opened within their ranks, and a figure slowly stepped out.
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"Is this Black Street?"
Two figures appeared amidst the ruins: one, a young man with an unassuming air; the other, Shen Weiwei, draped in sheer gauze that left her naked body tantalizingly visible.
It was Li Dong who had voiced the question.
After much hesitation, Li Dong had ultimately agreed to Shen Weiwei's terms: he could only watch and was forbidden from interfering, no matter what transpired.
The sealing of his *dantian* was a condition imposed for this very reason. Yet, after weighing the pros and cons, he had consented; after all, knowing the truth—whatever it might be—was better than remaining in the dark.
Moreover, he had sensed a distinct disturbance on the day the incident at Black Street occurred. With the possibility that Aunt Yingji was trapped inside—and the suspicion that the events were linked to the mastermind behind the scenes—he could hardly stay away.
However, upon arriving at Black Street, Li Dong was shocked to discover that the upheaval was far more catastrophic than he had imagined. The area had been reduced to ruins, with faint traces of blood visible here and there.
Further off, a vast expanse of lush, thriving vegetation—resembling a primeval tropical jungle—seemed to form a rough circle, creating an arena-like enclosure.
What exactly had happened here? What could have caused such a radical transformation?
Suddenly, a buzzing sound echoed from the sky as a drone appeared.
Li Dong's instinct was to take cover; he didn't want to be spotted by unknown forces before he could figure out what was going on.