In that instant, images flashed through Tang Lanyan's mind.
Not related to the intense and arduous battle at hand, but rather to the little moments she shared with Zhiran and Xiaodong. Tang Lanyan remembered the first time she felt a surge of joy and excitement because of something unrelated to combat.
It was the jade pendant with a red string she received from Xiaodong.
A strange flutter stirred within Tang Lanyan; Xiaodong and Zhiran, thousands of miles away, seemed to have rekindled a spark of strength within her.
At this critical moment, with that last bit of strength, she managed to react. Her slender neck tilted slightly back, one jade-like foot touched the ground, and her entire body arched slightly, supported by her neck and jade-like toes.
The muscles of her round buttocks, jade-like legs, and even her waist and abdomen moved fluidly, carrying a languid and alluring beauty, as if she had turned over like a mermaid in the sea.
Just as the giant bear pounced, narrowly escaping, the man barely managed to graze his round, high nipples, managing to dodge with a slight movement.
Covered in mud, the bear, having missed its target, roared and circled around. Seeing Xueying beside it, it didn't hesitate to charge again.
However, Tang Lanyan was prepared. Beneath the overwhelmingly tall figure, her long, incomparably beautiful legs were already bent at the knees, her delicate, powder-like bare feet precisely touching the bear's chest.
Her beautiful body suddenly sank, her jade-like legs, like springs gathering power, pressed against her ample breasts, and using the strength of her entire body, she suddenly pushed upwards.
Her smooth soles lifted the entire massive body, and using the force of the man's forward lunge, she propelled her heavy body backwards, sending the giant bear flying through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Tang Lanyan squatted down, panting as she gathered her strength.
Thanks to her recent climax, although her inner thighs were still uncomfortably wet, the temporary absence of heat allowed her to gradually gather her strength.
The bear-like man also got up, shaking his head, seemingly still dazed.
Tang Lanyan took a deep breath, squatting like a sprinter, regulating her internal energy.
Grasping that familiar feeling, her entire body instantly glowed with a faint, luminous light.
"Whoosh!"
After a final burst of energy, a whoosh of wind swept through the air, and Tang Lanyan, like a female leopard, sprang up, her naked body moving like a 100-meter sprinter, but with vastly different speed and power.
Like a charging snow leopard, she crashed into the bear.
"Boom!"
The impact was so immense that the ground beneath them exploded, and the two writhing, entangled figures crashed into the wall of tree roots and vines.
With a series of loud explosions, a large hole was smashed through the thick layer of roots and vines.
Covered in debris, the two landed on the ground. A lithe, slender body, slightly muddy but appearing even more snow-white, straddled the giant bear.
It was clear that Tang Lanyan had gained the upper hand!
The Enhancement type excels at close-quarters combat, especially since she was already incredibly close to reaching the unprecedented level of Lv5.
She had unexpectedly subdued the giant bear, Andrei!
Ascending on top of the man, Tang Lanyan breathed heavily, feeling the slowly rekindling heat within her. She narrowed her eyes slightly, a hazy blush spreading across her cheeks…
Her clenched fist, though the surging Lv5 sensation from before had vanished, still possessed the power to pierce steel.
Just as she was about to press her advantage, her heart, which she had instinctively held in her hand as if it had already surrendered, suddenly pounded violently.
It was as if it had suddenly bitten her palm, an unprecedented burning sensation spreading from her hand.
At the same time, her heart slipped from her grasp and leaped into the jungle.
Tang Lanyan couldn't even give chase. Deep within her lower abdomen, a fire seemed to be reignited, a strange, tingling, and intense heat rapidly spreading throughout her body.
The strength she had managed to muster, like a deflated balloon, slowly drained away with the growing heat in her lower body.
At the same time, the man beneath her began to groan and slowly struggle…
Tang Lanyan lowered her head, finally realizing how disadvantageous this battle was. Just as she was about to retreat, two vines suddenly shot out from the left and right, instantly wrapping around her ankles.
Losing her balance, Tang Lanyan fell backward, her legs spread wide as before, her vulva glistening with moisture, her labia engorged and blooming like orchid petals.
The burly man, however, got up from the ground. Although he looked much more battered and disheveled than before, one thing remained unchanged… his swollen, erect penis.
Andrei's chest heaved as he gasped for breath. His senses returned, not because his lust had subsided, but because Tang Lanyan had completely stunned him.
When Tang Lanyan clenched her fist just now, he truly felt a shadow of death loom over him…
He knew in his heart that now was the best time to communicate. If he revealed his contact with Zhao Zhiran to Tang Lanyan now, perhaps the matter could be resolved perfectly.
However, he couldn't do it.
A raging fire of lust still burned within him, a strong urge to release, a feeling of relief after surviving a near-death experience, blocked his thoughts.
This was the situation he most wanted to avoid, because if it turned out that way, he wouldn't hesitate to do it with anyone, not just Tang Lanyan, but even his closest relatives.
He breathed heavily, kneeling between Tang Lanyan's legs, bending down to touch her labia majora, slowly parting the tender lips. Instantly, glistening with moisture, the pink and tender flesh trembled slightly, like a delicate, dewy flower blooming.
Tang Lanyan's labia majora possessed an exceptionally plump and alluring quality. Due to the unusually firm and well-developed muscles, only the two delicate petals remained untouched by exercise, resulting in a captivating camel-like shape when she walked.
The labia majora were plump and moist, and when parted, the inner side, resembling a large clam, shimmered with a soft, moist pink, appearing almost fragile. The two delicate petals were easily separated by her fingers.
The labia minora were the color of ripe cherries, translucent and glistening with a vibrant red, slightly shorter than the labia majora, almost perfectly enveloped by the two plump petals.
The entrance to her vulva was even more captivating, resembling a cluster of delicate, crystalline pink folds, with numerous wrinkles reminiscent of tender seaweed. The entrance was hidden among these folds, subtly revealing a glistening moisture.
Andrei stretched his neck and probed Tang Lanyan's honeyed orifice, licking it twice. He then traced circles along the delicate opening with his tongue, stimulating the tender folds to slightly contract, a glistening sheen of moisture clinging to her buttocks.
Andrei leaned closer, his thick, hard penis replacing his tongue at the entrance.
With a thrust of his powerful hips, his large penis, with its egg-sized glans, slowly forced its way into the opening.
Even before penetration, a glistening sheen of moisture clung to the glans.
However, despite the abundant, dripping fluid within, the tightness was unlike anything Andrei had ever experienced on anyone. It was like tender flesh glued shut after a wound—rich in fluid and incredibly slippery, yet difficult to penetrate.
He had to forcefully push, almost like carving a path through a wet wound. Even with only half the glans inside, the intense pleasure was indescribable. Just as Andrei was about to thrust in with all his might, he unexpectedly touched a firm, fleshy membrane.
"A virgin..."
Andrei's eyes widened abruptly, as if he remembered something. These were the little girls he had taken in and protected; it was for them that he had succumbed to his greed.
Although Tang Lanyan wasn't one of them, this hymen stirred his imagination.
A look of struggle and pain crossed Andrei's face. With his last shred of reason, his muscular back trembled as he retreated.
Instantly, his penis, with half its head already inside, dripping with glistening fluid, slipped out of the incredibly tight vagina.
This was merely a momentary impulse; if nothing unexpected happened, he would eventually thrust it back in.
However, the descending glans found itself in a small, wet, slippery indentation, somewhat similar to the vaginal opening.
It was that delicate chrysanthemum, which, after being soaked in the vaginal fluid for so long, had become incredibly slippery. Under the pressure of the enormous glans, it slowly opened, effortlessly accepting the tip of the glans.