Whenever the Queen of Pain said something like that, she felt her heart sink a little further with every word. Facing the male who now held her life in his hands, Queen of Pain Infidi had never felt such despair—not even when she had to swallow her pride and beg for his mercy.
But Lei Dong seemed not to hear her. He continued to drive his powerful divine sense, forming a devouring force that slowly dragged her soul out of her body.
"Master, this wretched slave, the Queen of Pain, has already submitted. This servant begs Your Greatness to spare her life. After all, Infidi can still be of some small use to your grand undertaking of uniting the Three Realms." The first part of Ji's plea almost sounded reasonable. But then her true nature began to show. Seeing that Lei Dong seemed to heed her advice and had eased the force of his divine sense, she started filling his head with more depraved ideas, seductively adding, "Besides, Master, your mistress isn't by your side right now. You're a strong, virile man. You need an outlet, don't you?"
When Lei Dong glared at her, Ji showed no shame—in fact, she seemed proud. "Master, you look at Ji like that, but there's nothing I can do to serve you. I have only a living consciousness now; I don't even have a soul. Even if I wanted to serve you, I couldn't. This female demon queen may be nothing but a withered willow in your eyes, but she's got plenty of stamina and a powerful constitution. You can do whatever you want to her, whip her and torment her, and she'll take it all. Even if you cripple her, the High-ranking Devil Race's bloodline gifts will let her recover with ease. She'll