Qingyi had lost count of how many hours they had been flying nonstop.
Aeryn didn't seem the least bit interested in using any flying device, her body cutting through the air elegantly.
Like a thin, sharp blade, the wind barely reacted to her movents, not even when she broke the speed of sound.
Qingyi did not possess the sa grace. Flying low, his body created a powerful shockwave, uprooting trees and lifting the earth.
Of course, by the ti such a shockwave arrived, he was already too far away to notice it.
Suddenly, Aeryn moved in the air.
With a single step into the void, her body stopped, descending to the ground.
Her fluttering cape cald down, falling over her delicate back and sinking into the curve of her fat, round, perfect ass.
Qingyi also stopped imdiately, but the mont his feet touched the ground, the shockwave reached him.
The closed forest around them opened up into a small clearing. Aeryn's hands went to her eyes, covering them as the dust and wind reached her, her cape fluttering violently.
"Can you fly causing less devastation?" she asked, her beautiful blue eyes focused on the trail of destruction that followed them.
"Perhaps," Qingyi replied. Using his Lightning Blink movent technique or his shadow spirit root, for sure.
"But I'm not used to flying so low. Should I try to cause less damage to the forest?" he asked. "I know this is important to you elves."
"We preserve balance, not nature. As a dragon, shouldn't you preserve
balance too?" She turned her beautiful face slightly.
Qingyi had honestly gotten used to being called a dragon and now didn't even care about it anymore.
His scent no longer resembled that of an ordinary human, his eyes were not human at all, and his brain would soon no longer be human either.
He was turning into a complete dragon, and he knew it well.
"The Golden Ones perhaps, but not ," Qingyi replied, shaking his head. "I preserve the death of my enemies and the happiness of my wives."
"Hm... is that so?" Aeryn replied with nothing more than a soft, low grunt before turning away, her cheeks softly blushing.
Her eyes focused on the northwest horizon and she walked on in silence.
"I don't believe you stopped here just to notice the destruction I left behind," Qingyi said, his words answered by a soft nod.
"I don't like leaving incomplete missions behind, it's always problematic."
The handso young man just sighed, following close behind, his eyes focused on the elf's delicate back, the sway of her hips, and the movent of her cape over her full buttocks.
After a few dozen ters, Aeryn stopped, drew her sword, and then slashed.
From her beautiful elven blade, a cut of mana erged, tearing through the air ahead and heading toward a small tree on the horizon. To Qingyi's surprise, just before the slash reached it, the tree turned at a ninety-degree angle, like a human column twisting.
"That's an ancient spirit..." Ruxue's voice echoed in Qingyi's mind, who imdiately focused his draconic eyes.
That tree was surrounded by mana, but not the ordinary mana used by Aeryn.
It was sothing corrupt, putrid. It was to mana what demonic Qi was to the Qi he himself used.
'Like you?' Qingyi asked ntally.
"Like what existed before I existed; the Heavens don't like us to talk about this ti," Ruxue replied, her sweet, mature voice carrying a hint of anxiety.
The young man's eyes focused on the tree again.
Its trunk left the ground, exhaling a putrid mist from which beings like those he had killed before erged.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands...
The number just kept growing without stopping, and soon, the entire surrounding forest had been taken over.
Aeryn shuddered slightly, but did not retreat. Finally, Qingyi could feel her mana at full strength, spreading without limits, clinging to every tree, every branch.
With a single movent of her fingers, thousands of thorns appeared, destroying everything around them, reaching the bodies of those ancient terrors and tearing them apart.
In a single mont, more than half of them turned to dust.
Panic seed to take hold of the tree as its enormous roots pressed against the ground, trying to escape.
Obviously, Aeryn didn't allow it.
With a smooth movent, she lunged forward, her body turning into
a blur, her blade sinking into the wood and cutting the tree in two.
To her surprise, the lower part continued to run; inside it, a mind scread desperately.
"Damn... Damn... damn... why the hell did this damn woman co after
? I need a new... a new body, fast!"
Suddenly, and for a brief mont, the tree froze.
It wasn't crazy enough to try to take over Aeryn's mind, but luckily, there was soone who would probably be perfect for that. The tree suddenly turned, passing Aeryn and running towards Qingyi.
The creature didn't notice that the elven woman didn't even bother to stop it; on the contrary, a soft smile spread across her full, pink lips. The mont the tree ca within a ter, a hand erged from its trunk, old and brittle, aiming for Qingyi's neck.
"Hm... bad idea..." The handso young man murmured softly, his lips curving into a gentle smile.
And at that mont, the spirit saw a figure erging from behind
Qingyi.
It was enormous, as big as a castle-no, even bigger.
Its jaws bore endless rows of sharp teeth, and its beautiful purple eyes, identical to Qingyi's, watched the spirit with contempt. Qingyi barely paid attention to it for more than a mont before planting his left leg and spinning his right, striking the tree trunk. A sea of gray flas imdiately spread, an ancient cry of pain and despair filling the forest as the flas of Primordial Chaos consud
everything.
Qingyi didn't keep them active for long, his right arm burning painfully as he extinguished them.
They were still difficult to control; as he grew stronger, the flas
also grew stronger and, naturally, much more violent.
Aeryn's eyes focused on those flas for another brief mont before she turned away.
"It is profane," she said, before rising into the skies. This ti, she flew
a little higher than before.
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