Overwhelming changes, tumultuous waves, clouds overturning, mountains traversed, and last but not least, the art of sharp tongues.
In short, a fierce battle that moves heaven and earth, making ghosts weep.
For Dirk Carter, the feeling of winning over a goddess was exceedingly satisfying.
But for Corrine Quance.
Every time before, she was the toy, she was the gift, she was the fish at the mercy of the knife.
But this time, it was different. She was the protagonist, it was the true collision of bodies, the resonance of souls.
The moment all the essence was absorbed.
She felt every cell in her body start to stir.
"I... I'm dying, I feel like I've ascended."
As their two bodies clashed in a final embrace, Corrine Quance's voice trembled.
"Why are you crying? Was I too rough?"
Dirk Carter raised his head, seeing the tears at the corner of Corrine Quance's eyes, and asked worriedly.
