Yan Hui's eyelid suddenly twitched.
His eyes instantly reddened, blood vessels filling the whites. His vision blurred, and the scenery beneath the moon began to warp and distort.
He looked at the succubus, at that seductive figure beneath the moonlight, and an unprecedented impulse rose within him.
He wanted to eat her.
A hunger that came from the depths of his soul, a primal desire in its most extreme form.
Like a beast that had starved for three days and nights finally spotting prey, like an ancient glutton lurking in the deep sea for ten thousand years finally catching the scent of fresh flesh.
Eat the woman before him, swallow her flesh and blood, chew her bones, turn every inch of her existence into his own.
He opened his mouth and took a step toward the succubus.
Behind him, a black lotus emerged from the void, its petals blooming in an instant and blocking his path.
The moment the petals unfurled, an incomparably dense aura of death spread out... cold, sinister, decayed.
The black lotus made the succubus, who had been about to leap forward, tense.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and her brows furrowed faintly. Her gaze fixed on the black lotus as though she were examining something exceedingly dangerous.
But in the end, this was merely something formed from that black mist.
She did not want to miss another chance. Tonight, she would bring everything to an end!
A cold glint flashed through her eyes, and the aura around her abruptly changed. Her previous languid composure vanished, replaced by killing intent sharp to the extreme.
Her green robes fluttered without wind, her long hair streamed behind her, and the ground beneath her feet began to crack. Fissures spread outward in every direction from where she stood.
In an instant,