Euphemia's idea of attacking Bai Kong's most vulnerable point—his eyes—had not been a bad one.
But that depended on whether her attack could actually hit Bai Kong's eyes!
The sharp tip of Euphemia's silver-white spider leg came to an abrupt halt when it was barely half an inch from Bai Kong's eye.
As he watched Euphemia's face fill with disbelief, Bai Kong suddenly kicked her in the knee.
"Urgh!"
With a muffled groan, Euphemia fell uncontrollably to her knees before Bai Kong, like a lowly maid cast down into the dust.
But it did not end there. Bai Kong suddenly bent down, brutally grabbed her long silver hair at the back of her head, and yanked hard!
The searing pain forced Euphemia to raise her slender neck and look up at Bai Kong before her.
Seeing the terror and unwillingness on her face, Bai Kong's eyes brimmed with the pleasure of toying with prey.
"Since it's rare for me to come out, I might as well tell you something even that trash Chen Kong doesn't know."
"That piece of trash always thought the essence of the Mark of the Void was 'assimilation' and 'concealment.'"
"But those two things are merely instincts a predator is born with, because—"
Bai Kong slowly lowered himself and buried his head beside Euphemia's ear.
His warm breath brushed across the delicate root of her ear, making her body tremble instinctively.
Then, shedding the wickedness and madness from before, he suddenly said in an incomparably gentle voice, "The true essence of the Mark of the Void is 'devouring'!"
As the final word fell, Bai Kong abruptly lowered his head and bit down on her exquisite collarbone.
"AAAHHH!!!"
The agony of having both her soul and flesh torn apart made Euphemia unleash the most miserable scream.
Her