Upon initially entering Sakura World, he had already noticed that it had shattered into two large fragments, one in Shen City and the other further east. A bridge could be built between the two fragments, allowing him to instantly traverse thousands of kilometers to reach another space on Shikijima.
At this point, he understood where Xu Pengxuan had been hiding.
Shikijima.
It was Shikijima.
"If we act quickly, perhaps we can intercept the danger before it reaches Xue Tang."
Stepping out of the wooden house, Li Dong closed his eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly his entire body seemed to burst into flames, emitting a pale golden aura.
"Hah!"
He stomped his foot violently, and the ground seemed to crack open, revealing a huge fissure.
He suddenly fell in, feeling as if the world was spinning. The next second, he saw a sliver of light overhead, and it felt as if he were falling into the air, leaping out of the crack.
What appeared before him was another "Sakura World."
Cherry blossoms lined the streets, and the houses were neatly arranged, far more intact than the one in Shen City. It was also Xu Pengxuan's stronghold, but now it was covered in blood, with corpses lying everywhere, indicating a gunfight had taken place.
But the situation was one-sided. This wasn't surprising. If the attackers were the Witch of Jealousy and Cui Yuanxuan, a strategic-level superhuman who had inherited the power of rage, these black-clad men with only extremely rudimentary superhuman abilities couldn't possibly withstand them.
Although he could still sense a trace of life here, Li Dong didn't hesitate. He activated his essence, energy, and spirit, transforming the energy within his body into true qi, allowing him to return to his peak condition in a short time.
Unfortunately, it was nothing but a rootless duckweed. His dantian was destroyed, preventing his true energy from circulating properly. The surging aura around his body was simply the overflowing true energy.
The barrier of the Sakura World, in his eyes now, was nothing more than a thinner layer than a piece of glutinous rice paper. He didn't even need to exert any effort; simply getting close would melt it away with his intense true energy.
The cherry blossoms and houses gradually faded, and the next moment, a noisy and lewd atmosphere filled the air.
It was a huge hall, filled with machines restraining girls. Everywhere was a mess. Naked girls, their hands and feet fixed, were spread wide, their buttocks and hips wide open, their vaginas bearing the marks of penetration, accompanied by soft sobs.
Most of the men had already run away; only a few remained, recklessly thrusting into the girls like wild beasts. Li Dong knocked them down one by one.
A burly man collapsed onto a delicate body. Her slender, fair neck arched back, her hair clinging to her sweat-drenched skin. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide open, and her waist trembled slightly, as if she were enduring a powerful impact.
As the man's body was pulled apart, his monstrous, beaded penis slipped from her wet, luscious opening. Thick, even clump-like, tofu-like semen gushed out, instantly forming a stream on the girl's thighs.
In fact, when he received the heavy blow to the back of her neck, the man was nearly at ejaculation. At the moment of death, his body's powerful instinct to prolong life made this ejaculation exceptionally turbulent, the thick, hot semen instantly filling the girl's vagina.
The girl's delicate legs twitched in shock. An incredulous expression crossed her flushed face as she stared at the newcomer, wondering if she was dreaming.
"Am I dreaming, Senior Xing?"
Li Dong's face showed a hint of pity. After breaking the devices binding Ling Shu's limbs, he wrapped his arms around her knees and back, pulling her into his embrace.
"It's me, don't be afraid."
At this moment, even though her vagina was still swollen like it was being pricked by needles, and semen was constantly flowing out, she no longer felt any fear or shame. Her tense heartstrings instantly relaxed. She buried her head in his chest, which smelled like sunshine, semen dripping from the corner of her eye, but a slight smile played on her lips. She fell asleep in the blink of an eye.
He looked at the beautiful, naked policewoman. Her full, firm breasts were pressed together, her nipples snow-white and plump, her collarbones long and sensual. But her face, half-buried in the crook of his shoulder, was as sweet and innocent as a little girl's—a sign of complete relaxation.
Thinking back to when he found Lingxuan, the girl had immediately curled up and fallen asleep in his arms… The trust these sisters had shown him weighed heavily on his mind, a feeling he couldn't quite describe.
He couldn't help but think of Sister Lanyan and Sister Zhiran; they had trusted him just as much. But was Sister Lanyan alright in northern Myanmar?
Why hadn't Sister Zhiran contacted him?
And Xuetang and Yutang… It was perhaps a coincidence, but the women he cared about were all like sisters to him, haunting his dreams.
"I will protect you," he murmured to himself, not only to the beautiful policewoman in his arms, but also to Sister Lanyan and the others, and even to Xuetang and Yutang…
Holding the delicate body in his arms, he rushed outside. Naked male bodies lay scattered throughout the passage, stretching all the way to the exit.
He could still sense the lingering aura of jealousy in the corridor; there was no doubt that Shen Weiwei had been there.
Following the lingering scent, he quickly left the ravaged base, but instead of encountering Shen Weiwei or Xu Pengxuan, he ran into two familiar figures.
One had thick, silky purple hair, tied into a long braid, making it even more lustrous and carrying a faint fragrance.
Her beautiful eyes gazed at him with a complex expression. A faint beauty mark adorned her chin at the corner of her right eye.
She had a high, white nose, thin upper lips, and full lower lips, as beautiful as pink diamonds… but for some reason, the corners of her lips were slightly swollen and red, as if stretched open by something large.
The other woman had magnificent pink hair, round and large, with eyes that curved slightly like phoenix tails, possessing a captivating charm. Her oval face was flushed with a charming blush.
Her long, slightly upturned eyelashes fluttered with an electrifying allure.
He naturally recognized these two women: Inazuma and Miko.
He had once fought alongside a woman with whom he shared a slightly ambiguous, unspoken affection; back then, he had traveled the world with Zhi Ran, where he met these two girls battling the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons—Inazuma, inarticulate and aloof, yet brimming with self-sacrifice and fearless courage.
The Divine Child, who loved to tease others, whose thoughts were always unpredictable, yet proved incredibly reliable in crucial moments…
He remembered resolving the entire incident; by the campfire, Inazuma, somewhat shy but with flushed cheeks, awkwardly approached him, her robes, usually only open when drawing her sword, now revealing a large expanse of her full, white breasts.
Perhaps it was the electric shock from the Thunder God's Sword, but in less than a month, the girl's breasts swelled to almost two cup sizes, her pointed, moist nipples transforming into full, rounded, enormous breasts, like peeled coconut shells.
The deep cleavage was so alluring, the expanse of snow-white skin so dazzling… At the hem of her dress, near the nipples, a hint of pink peeked out; pulled so low, it seemed her breasts, with a gentle sway, could spring out like rabbits.
On the other side, a fox, her full hips raised, back hunched, shoulders slightly shrugged, two soft, plump mounds hanging like bells, nipples glistening like rubies—she was simply naked.
That night, nothing happened.
Except for a passionate, greedy… farewell kiss that covered the girl from head to toe, sparing not even a single toe.