Succubus Aman

"..."

A fragrant breeze wafted over, her alluring eyes like silken threads, so pitiful that even I could not bear to look away.

Despite the beauty's attempt to hold him back, Yin Ming still chose to leave.

For some reason, staying in the Crimson Leaf Gallery filled his wizard's intuition with a powerful sense of unease.

"Lady Dinaya Aman has arrived!"

Yin Ming had just stepped out of the Crimson Leaf Gallery.

Four sturdy humanoid Demon Bloodlines carried a sedan chair into the Crimson Leaf Gallery.

A Royal-Blood Quasit attended it, dressed much like Red Nose—suit jacket on top, shorts below.

Two layers of translucent gauze draped around the sedan chair. Within, a soul-stirring graceful figure flickered in and out of view, along with an indescribable mass.

The allure it radiated was more than a hundred times stronger than that of a Succubus Bloodline. Just that blurred silhouette had everyone staring without blinking, their souls utterly bewitched.

"Smack..."

Suddenly, a small leather whip extended from the sedan chair.

It landed on the attending Royal-Blood Quasit, yet it seemed to strike everyone who had been staring.

Its flesh split open and blood streamed down. Everyone hurriedly lowered their eyes, only to see the Royal-Blood Quasit wearing an expression of incomparable bliss.

"Tsk... as expected of Succubus Dinaya. She even dares to keep commanding quasits," a First-Ring Bigmouth Demon said enviously.

"It's a racial gift. We can't compare when it comes to subordinate loyalty!" a First-Ring Sandman echoed.

Quasits!

Royal-Blood Quasits!

They had once been synonymous with cowardice, timidity, and usefulness.

But once they earned the titles of vanguard deserters and little masters of backstabbing, demon lords would rather cultivate Bloodlines than trust First-Ring Quasits with higher potential who were willing to offer up their Soulstones.

"Red Six!!"

Of the 962 Monkey