Night.
A night as thick as ink.
Pure moonlight spilled down, yet it served as an accomplice to those tangled, frantically writhing bodies.
Pairs of eerie green fireflies flickered ceaselessly, bringing not hopeful beauty, but chilling, salivating greed and desire.
In a mountain hollow in the Western Wilderness Depths.
The Wolf Bandits' night of madness was unfolding. Cries of pleasure and screams rose and fell together, and a heavy, obscene stench permeated the air, beyond even the Poison Miasma's ability to conceal.
That "stench" could not disperse from the hollow. It accumulated endlessly, tormenting every abducted woman before the eerie green "fireflies" enveloped them and dragged them into an even deeper hell.
Within this grotesque mountain hollow, only three stunning women sitting back-to-back on a rock in a corner had been spared.
These three women with exquisite figures wore ordinary commoners' hairpins and plain cloth dresses, and hemp ropes bound them tightly together. The Poison Miasma brought drowsiness, while the desire accumulating inside them like boiling water relentlessly scorched and tormented them.
Tang Yuehua's beautiful eyes were hazy, yet she clung to a thread of clarity. Their bodies were now so weak and limp that they could not even kill themselves. Desire swept over her again and again. Her teeth were on the verge of drawing blood from her full, burning red lips as she recited the Pure Heart Sutra over and over in her heart.
All worldly splendor is... illusion. Mortal love is a demonic thought. The moon is a mirror, the heart is jade. The body... the body's desires are empty, the heart's desires... empty... empty. To sever love is chastity; to wash away worldly splendor is purity...
Hum-
An almost imperceptible transparent ripple spread from Tang Yuehua's body, enveloping Xue Ke and Xue Yun'er, who were likewise