Ma Yinglong's body seemed like a prison, hiding a terrifying figure within the darkest depths.
As large as a small mountain, with prominent horns on its head, its naked body etched with runes, a single inverted eye on its brow tightly closed.
The scarlet pupils radiated a luster of slaughter.
Its four limbs were wrapped in heavy chains, connected to the void of darkness.
"Little imp, as long as I lend you my power, you can crush all those foxes... even if you want to drain them dry..."
"Think about it, that wonderful feeling, trampling on lives, thirsting for blood... let them know what real fear is... hahaha..."
Mad laughter echoed in Ma Yinglong's mind, revealing boundless madness and desire.
Ma Yinglong's consciousness grew increasingly weaker, blood continuously seeping from his body.
"What is the background of this man that Third Sister values so much?"
At this moment, a group of corpse fox girls gather around, curiously observing Ma Yinglong lying on the ground.