I Understand Your Pain, Bro

All the dust had settled.

The Destroyer of the World and the Cloud Top King raised their glasses in the palace.

"Hahaha!"

"A toast to our success!"

The Cloud Top King said with a smile.

"Cheers indeed, but can your underground palace killing formation truly be foolproof?" the Destroyer of the World asked skeptically.

"Rest assured!"

The Cloud Top King said confidently: "This killing formation was left behind several eras ago, having survived the Great Destruction. It forms its own desolate small world, filled with countless undead, a place completely devoid of life."

"Furthermore."

"I've specially sent my seven female disciples to guard it."

"You mean those exceptionally talented ones, born with alluring bodies, commonly known as the Seven Beauties of Cloud Realm?"

The Destroyer of the World raised an eyebrow.

"Correct, it's them."

"If there's even the slightest problem, they'll immediately inform us!" the Cloud Top King said with a smile.

"That's excellent."

After hearing the Cloud Top King's series of arrangements, the Destroyer of the World nodded in satisfaction.

"In any case, don't worry, they will certainly die!"

The Cloud Top King raised his cup and smiled.

"Hahaha, they'll die for sure!"

Seeing this, the Destroyer of the World also raised his cup.

The two lightly clinked their glasses.

Inside the desolate killing formation.

The drunken Lu Benwei and his three companions finally woke up groggily after sleeping for over ten hours.

"Brother, it seems we've been captured," said milk, scratching his head while holding the unfinished "Boonie Bears" book he had taken from the Scripture Pavilion.

"Relax, relax, so what if we're captured? What's the big deal with your brother around?" Night Wind Centipede rolled over, waving his claws dismissively.

"That's right, and this place seems quite fun," the dog chimed in as he got up: "Besides, didn't brother steal the master's gold coins? You said we needed to lay low for a while, so isn't this perfect for laying low?"

"Don't you think?"

After speaking, the dog turned his gaze towards Lu Benwei.

"Hmm!"

"This playboy thinks the same, but while laying low is fine, we still need to find some fun," Lu Benwei nodded quite handsomely, resting his chin on his hand.

"Oh?"

"Brother, quick, tell us what kind of fun?"

The dog and the others quickly crowded around Lu Benwei.

"Hehe, let's look around first."

Lu Benwei chuckled.

Then with a wave of his bony palm, he grabbed something transparent and began to fiddle with it seriously.

"Aaaaah..."

As Lu Benwei fiddled, the transparent object in his hand transformed into a grotesque human shape, emitting a shrill cry.

"Let me go."

"Do you know whose subordinate I am?"

"I'm a subordinate of the greatest undead spirit king in this desolate realm. If you don't release me immediately, the spirit king will never let you off!"

However.

As soon as he finished speaking.

Lu Benwei's mouth suddenly let out an unexpected voice, "This spirit king you speak of, is it this thing?"

Hearing this.

The ghost who had just been shouting looked over and was horrified to discover that Lu Benwei had somehow also captured his proud spirit king in his hand.

Gah!

How could this be?

The undead felt his scalp tingle.

Their spirit king was the most powerful undead in the desolate realm!

"Sp-sp-sp-sp-sp-spirit King, how did you end up like this too?"

He stared at the Spirit King, stuttering.

"Shut up."

The Spirit King roared in anger.

Then without another word, he opened his vast mouth and swallowed the undead in one gulp.

After smacking his lips a few times, he revealed a grinning face and chuckled at Lu Benwei: "My lord, I don't know him!"

"Oh my, quite the player."

Seeing this, Lu Benwei looked at the Spirit King with some admiration, then loosened his grip, dropping him to the ground.

"Thank you, my lord."

After regaining his freedom, the Spirit King secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

Otherwise, he would have been dead meat.

Just now, he was happily devouring other undead when suddenly a hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed him.

Recalling that terrifying moment, he deeply understood that the figures before him were absolutely not to be trifled with.

"Hehe, my lords, may I ask what brings you here?"

The Spirit King immediately knelt on the ground, smiling and saying: "I am the most powerful undead in this desolate realm, of course I'm not expressing my strength, I'm still a nobody before you lords, I just want to express that if you lords need any help, perhaps I could be of some small assistance, hehe, hehehe..."

"Oh, we're just here on vacation, we'll leave in a few days."

Lu Benwei waved his hand and said: "But this playboy quite admires you, in the future, we brothers will be in your care."

"It's nothing, it's nothing, this humble one will certainly do his best as a host. My lords, please feel free to make any requests," the Spirit King said, bowing and nodding.

"Oh, then come here, let me ask you something..."

Lu Benwei beckoned with his finger.

The Spirit King hurriedly drew closer.

"This playboy wants to ask you, can you arrange for some girls?" As he spoke, Lu Benwei made gestures around his chest, raising his hands, and whispered: "You know, the kind that are very fierce, very fierce?"

This question from Lu Benwei.

Immediately put the Spirit King in a difficult position.

"Uh, my lord, look at us, where would we get girls from?" the Spirit King said bitterly.

"No girls?"

Lu Benwei immediately became unhappy, saying coldly: "Then how do you usually take care of it?"

"My lord, please don't mention this," the Spirit King said bitterly: "This humble one hasn't had any action for several eras."

Seeing the Spirit King's miserable appearance, Lu Benwei, who was originally angry, instead gave him a comforting look.

"Brother understands your suffering."

"But brother still has to teach you, if it's not possible physically, you still need to find some mental comfort!"

"Brother's teachings are right, brother's teachings are right."

The Spirit King bowed, nodding continuously, still afraid that Lu Benwei might slap him dead for not arranging girls.

But just as he finished speaking.

He suddenly remembered something and his eyes lit up.

"My lord, I've thought of a solution," he shouted.

"Oh?"

Lu Benwei exclaimed, turning his gaze towards him.

"Outside this desolate realm, there are seven girls, fair-skinned and beautiful, each one very alluring."