Upon hearing this, Yang Tian frowned.
He carefully examined the woman in front of him who looked no older than twenty-five, and noticed that her gaze was filled with desire. It seemed like she wasn't bluffing.
This Butterfly Race is tyrannical within the Demon Realm.
They kill male butterflies and only cultivate female ones, then go out to seize men when they need to reproduce.
Such a Butterfly Race appears to be frail females, but over tens of thousands of years, they have honed a ruthless and cold-blooded survival law.
"Capture him!"
"He alone can satisfy the needs of all the women in the Butterfly Race!"
"Tie him to the bed, let us play with him, use his essence to conceive offspring and nurture powerful beings!"
The surrounding young women shouted coquettishly.
But no one doubted their decisiveness and coldness.
After all, they are products of a matriarchal society.
