"However, I've changed my mind now. If you obediently bow beneath my skirts and become my male slave, I'll cherish you dearly and use your excellent bloodline to breed countless outstanding children."
The speaker was naturally the Crimson Mother. Her voice carried a mocking, derisive edge, and her burning gaze fixed on the handsome man in white before her. The greed in her eyes made it seem as though she wanted to swallow Yang Ming whole. Clearly, the children she spoke of were not what they appeared to be. If Yang Ming yielded and agreed, he would spend the rest of his life in agony and torment.
Behind the Crimson Mother, a dark red halo blossomed—a dark red of utmost evil, brimming with fluctuations of the laws of destruction. It vaguely seemed poised to pierce heaven and earth. Stranger still, at that moment, the space of all Black Horn City, and perhaps even all Heaven Star, seemed about to connect with her.
The sound of murderous currents striking sand, stones, and air roared without end. Terrifying pressure surged from the Crimson Mother like a white line, lunging ferociously toward Yang Ming, only to be blocked by an invisible barrier. It splashed against the barrier in rhythmic bursts, scattering cracks through space before vanishing between heaven and earth. Another wave of terrifying pressure followed close behind, relentlessly battering Yang Ming's divine sense barrier.
The Crimson Mother's voice, killing intent, and pressure formed a trinity that pervaded all Black Horn City. Every creature's mind and will were drawn into it. The light faded from their eyes, and their stiff, straight bodies toppled to the ground. Their souls vanished without a sound, devoured completely by the Crimson Mother.
In the blink of an eye, Black Horn City, which had just been bustling and