The woman slowly lifted her head, and when you saw her face clearly, you couldn’t help but freeze. Half a second later, Huang Quan let out a reflexive cry, while you were staring intently at the woman’s delicate face.
Her features were fairly pretty, with shoulder-length black hair that wasn’t whitened like a ghost’s. She had a prominent nose and red lips, certainly a beauty in her own right. Unfortunately, her eyes were filled with a gloomy air, and her gaze seed vacant. Moreover, a deathly aura lingered around her, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"Don’t co any closer!" Huang Quan was already frightened out of his wits.
However, your response was very calm. After sizing up the woman, you asked, "Miss, if I’m not mistaken, you’re not wearing anything underneath, are you?"
"You guessed right. What reward would you like?" The woman’s voice was still sharp, and despite her words carrying a hint of seduction, as soon as she spoke, the tone shifted, subtly laced with murderous intent.
"I don’t want anything. Just take off the robe you’re wearing on the outside, that’s all." When you said this, there wasn’t a hint of lust in your eyes; instead, they were solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Alright then, you all should open your eyes wide and take a good look at my body." When the woman started to undo her robe, you saw three red skulls fly out from within her robe, straight towards your forehead.
"Hmpf!" Streaks of light flashed from the darkness, and you held the tusks in your hand, the solemn look on your face deepened.
"Quick knife skills, it’s a pity about my three toys that I just refined. It doesn’t matter. Once I’ve killed you all, I can refine two more toys. This man, you are quite handso. This toy, I can play with a bit longer."
Instead of launching an attack, the woman began to hum an ominous tune with a piercing voice.
Afterward, the night forest was filled with the sound of a captivating song. As the singing spread, both you and Huang Quan found your vision utterly transford—the once gloomy forest had turned into a Shura Hell!
The sky was a dark red, and you and Huang Quan were now standing atop a mountain of countless corpses, the air thick with the stench of rotting flesh and strong scent of blood. Across the vast expanse of land, there wandered decomposing zombies and incomplete skeletons. As you and Huang Quan appeared in this world, the moving bodies around started to converge towards your location.
"I can’t move my body!"
At this mont, Huang Quan suddenly scread in terror.
Prompted by Huang Quan’s cry, you also tried to move your body but, just like him, you were unable to move.
"Yo-ho-ho-ho, take your ti waiting to rot together with these zombies," the woman’s enormous face appeared in the sky.
"I know now! You are Mortis, the True God of the Undead, Mortis!" Huang Quan shouted, his sanity completely consud by intense fear.
"Sweet child, don’t make a mistake. The na of our clan’s True God is not for just anyone to call upon. My na is Fanny. I’m just an ordinary Succubus."
You appeared as calm as ever, and after a look around, a sneer of contempt erged on your face.
And Fanny saw your sneer, reacting angrily: "What are you laughing at?"
"It’s just a simple eye-blocking technique, nothing impressive!" As you speak, you slowly open your mouth and spit out a fireball the size of a bowl towards the spot where Fanny originally stood!
"Hmph!" To dodge the fireball, the real Fanny moved slightly. As she did, your and Huang Quan’s bodies imdiately regained their freedom of movent, and the Shura Hell scenery also vanished.
"Don’t listen to her song. When she starts to sing, use magic to seal your own ears. That way, her moves can’t be used." You and Huang Quan both took a step back at the sa ti.
Following your advice, Huang Quan sealed his ears with a yellow light, but you did not do the sa. Instead, you quietly held your tusks and watched Fanny. Huang Quan, whose ears were sealed, spoke with an unusually loud voice: "Mu Yun, if she’s just a succubus, then she’ll be easy to deal with. A succubus doesn’t have strong offensive capabilities."
You nodded, as you had already noticed that when the succubus sang, your and Huang Quan’s bodies were as if paralyzed, unable to move—an opportune mont for the succubus to kill both of you easily, yet she did not do so.
Even though her technique was seen through, the succubus did not show a hint of panic; she still looked at you both with a smile on her face.
"Mu, Mu Yun, can you let handle her?" Huang Quan said with a trembling voice, which made the succubus Fanny let out a piercing, mocking laugh.
You naturally understood Huang Quan’s feelings at the mont and also rembered Purple Obscurity’s request. You nodded and said, "Be careful on your own. She’s probably not alone—there must be powerful reinforcents hiding and protecting her."
"As a noble mber of the Dragon Clan, how could I possibly be defeated by these ugly and lowly races!"
The pride of the Dragon Clan helped Huang Quan recover so self-esteem.
Huang Quan did not cast a spell on Fanny; instead, he pressed his hand to the ground and forcefully dragged out a brown longsword from the earth.
Seeing Huang Quan’s action, you couldn’t help but think of the Immovable Dragon Pole.
The Immovable Dragon Pole is a treasure of heaven and earth, a crystallization of the Earth Elent, indestructible. In fact, from a certain perspective, as long as one’s control over the Earth Elent reaches a certain level, one could forge one’s own, although it would not be as effective as the original, at least it would not be too bad. It’s inexhaustible, and most importantly, you can use the Qitian Stick thod!
Huang Quan roared lowly, holding the sword with one hand, his body and sword turned into a yellow light thrusting towards Fanny.
"Clang!" Just when Huang Quan was about to stab Fanny, the sword tip was suddenly blocked by a dark purple light shield less than a ter away from her. The light of the shield flowed, and in the blink of an eye, it transford into a bizarre-looking axe chopping towards Huang Quan.
Huang Quan quickly retreated, but when he had moved back about five or six ters, he found that a large piece of his chest clothing had been cut away. Luckily, he avoided it in ti; otherwise, he would be cut in half by now.
"Such agile movents, what a pity indeed."
Fanny bit her blood-red lips and spoke with a trembling voice. anwhile, a middle-aged man with scattered black hair floated half a ter in front of her. The man had a rather handso profile, but his face was haggard, even sowhat withered. He was also dressed strangely, with a wide battle robe filled with black mist, and a uniquely shaped axe was slung over his back.
"Dark Ranger!"
At this mont, a familiar voice ca from the bushes to your left.
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