After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Chapter 937: Alienation

The greatest sorrow is being abandoned by one's husband.

Mo Lan, imprisoned in a cage, felt her hands and feet grow cold, enveloped by an unprecedented loneliness and terror.

She was alone in the world, with no one to care about her. Even if she died and her body lay exposed in the wilderness, no one would care.

Tears streamed down Mo Lan's cheeks, and this vulnerable scene was witnessed by the leader of the Soul Rift Gang, who was selecting members. He immediately grinned wickedly and pointed with his large hand, "She's the one!"

"Good, good, good, this one is beautiful, delicate and soft, it'll be more exciting to play with her." The third leader gulped down several mouthfuls of wine, his eyes filled with bestiality.

The second leader said, "Brother, she looks too weak. Won't she die from the strain?"

"If one dies, we'll just find another. In any case, the brothers have all put in a lot of effort, and I can't let them down. If we're going to have fun, let's have some fun!" The chieftain spoke with great pride, and the powerful figures present cheered and shouted that the chieftain was a man of great loyalty!

The heavy gate was flung open, and Mo Lan, seeing someone about to drag her out, was terrified. She clung desperately to the steel bars, screaming, "Don't touch me! You filthy things, get out of here!"

"Wow, this little wench looks gentle and delicate, but she has quite a temper. This kind is even more exciting!"

"Yes, it's so boring to just lie there and not move. The more fiercely you resist, the better."

The Soul Rift Clan's banquet hall was like a den of beasts; no one cared what a slave was thinking, all they had to do now was vent their frustrations.

The other beautiful women in the cages watched helplessly as Mo Lan was roughly dragged out by her hair, like an animal being pulled along. No matter how much she struggled and screamed, it was all in vain.

Soon, Mo Lan was thrown into the hall, surrounded by dozens of men. She lay limp on the ground, her gaze desperately sweeping over their ugly faces. Her mind went blank, and she cried out unconsciously, "Husband, save me! Husband—"

"Husband?" The members of the Soul Rift Clan burst into laughter. "Today, we are all your husbands."

"Hehe, cry and scream! Scream louder!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a group of people rushed over and started pulling at Mo Lan's clothes. She hugged herself tightly, her eyes wide open, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, and blood seeping from her tightly clenched mouth.

The person pulling her away was stunned. "She...she bit her tongue?"

Mo Lan coughed violently, sticking out a piece of her tongue. Her snow-white jaw was covered in blood as she stared at everyone.

The chaotic hall fell silent.

No one expected her to be so strong.

The chieftain's smile vanished. He stepped forward, grabbed Mo Lan's hair, and dragged her roughly to the table. "Fine, fine, you've got a hard bone to burn, huh? Let's see how hard your bones really are!"

The chieftain pressed Mo Lan's hand onto the table, picked up a dagger, and pinned Mo Lan's snow-white hand to the table. Mo Lan screamed in pain, her tongueless mouth emitting mournful cries. The dark, gaping mouth resembled the eighteen levels of hell, eerie and terrifying.

"Let's see how you struggle now, brothers, charge!"

At the leader's command, his men became excited and pounced on the enemy like hungry wolves.

Mo Lan was still struggling when her hand was cut open by the dagger. She then held the broken hand bone in front of her eyes, her pupils constricted in terror, and she almost suffocated, forgetting to struggle.

"Desperate?"

"Angry?"

Suddenly, a hollow voice echoed in Mo Lan's mind, and her body began to convulse.

The voice in her mind continued to tempt her, "Chen Futu doesn't want you anymore. His heart only belongs to Qin Liangyu, Li Xiuning, and his children. You are nothing to him. You may not know that he has already come to the Upper Realm and doesn't care about your life or death at all."

Mo Lan couldn't speak, only opened her mouth wide, her neck wriggling, her form becoming increasingly abstract.

The members of the Soul Rift Gang noticed her unusual behavior and dared not forcibly remove her clothes, so they just stared at her in astonishment.

Mo Lan lay on the ground, twisted and contorted, her hair growing wildly like a tidal wave, black mist rising from her eyes, her aura becoming sinister and eerie, her body and head contorted to terrifying angles.

"Come, come into my embrace, and I will grant you new life and vindicate your name."

"I...will..."

"Very good. From this day forward, you will be one of my representatives, codename Ghost Howl."

As the seductive voice disappeared, a terrifying aura rose from the ground, like a raging storm that shattered the entire living room, even sweeping away the three seventh-level experts present.

Philadelphia trembled, and the survivors looked in horror toward the southwest of the outer city, wondering what had happened to the Soul Rift Gang and why there was a burst of black energy, like the aura of a mutated entity, but this aura was very strong.

At this moment, Chen Futu had just arrived near the Soul Rift Squad's base when he sensed the appearance of a powerful mutated entity. He frowned and thought, "Such a familiar aura? Never mind, let's find Mo Lan first."

Chen Futu doesn't care whether Philadelphia will experience a second wave of protests; as long as he finds Mo Lan, he will have achieved his goal.

Meanwhile, deep within the Soul Rift Gang's base, Mo Lan stood up. Her current appearance was no different from that of a vengeful ghost. Her long, jet-black hair fell to the ground, and her face was as white as if it had been dyed with face powder, without any makeup or color. Even her lips were white, and the injuries to her mouth and hands had completely healed.

"What exactly happened?"

The leader of the Soul Rift Gang sensed something was wrong and tried to escape, but Mo Lan suddenly flashed onto the wall.

She lay sprawled on the wall like a spider, her snow-white face peering menacingly at the chief through the gaps in her dense hair.

The chieftain was so terrified by her gaze that he nearly wet himself on the spot, yelling, "She's mutated! Quick, kill her!"

The others present snapped out of their daze, picked up their weapons, and stepped forward. However, Mo Lan let out a strange cry, shook her head, and countless strands of hair curled back, like countless sharp steel wires cutting through the air. On the spot, more than a dozen powerful individuals were shredded into pieces.

This scene terrified the three leaders, who then abandoned all other considerations and fled.

The first to suffer was the third leader. Mo Lan leaped and landed on his head with both hands and feet. When she jumped out again, she ripped his skull off. The third leader fell to the ground in pain, rolling around, and disgusting things spilled all over the ground like wine from a cup.

Next was the second leader, who ran a few dozen meters before his thick hair wrapped around his neck, and he hanged himself from the tall metal door.

"It's a monster!"

The chieftain ran away, and the rest of them were running for their lives; they were terrified.

If they had known that the tough woman would turn against them at the last moment, they would have done anything to control their lust.

What followed was a massacre within the Soul Rift Clan, or rather, a hysterical act of revenge.

The spider-like woman is no longer a weak, vulnerable, and helpless orphan, but an out-of-control, specialized entity.

She will kill everyone!