The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

The dagger pierced the thin membrane of the bat's wing, then swiftly slid without hesitation, finally striking the point where the bat's wing connected to its shoulder blade.

laugh!

"what!!!"

The pain caused the succubus to scream, but it also made her eyes incredibly cruel.

In that brief moment, the succubus had clearly seen the attacker's appearance and understood his strength, and she was no longer worried.

Someone who managed to sneak in, despite having excellent stealth skills, is simply delusional to think he can kill a succubus by backstabbing her!

However, the opponent's stealth ability is too strong; we cannot let him escape, and the matter of the altar must not be exposed.

"You come here right now!"

With a sudden, sharp flick of his black whip, the blade lashed out with a tearing force, striking the audacious attacker.

But the next second, the succubus's eyes widened!

Um! ! ?

Because the attacker did not dodge, but instead raised his left arm, allowing the whip to wrap around him and cut into his flesh.

His eyes were calm, as if he felt no pain. In the instant the succubus was stunned, he pulled his arm back!

The succubus didn't want Ning Feng to escape, but he also didn't want her to leave.

Without ranged attacks or the Holy Flame as a finishing move, Ning Feng's only chance of winning is close-quarters combat where blood is exchanged for blood!

Don't go, miss!

I can be very clingy!

His movements were incredibly frantic and leaping, but Ning Feng's mind remained extremely calm, like a sophisticated instrument analyzing the pros and cons.

The point of attack, the force, the angle, the opponent's counterattack...

One by one, various solutions flashed through my mind, I selected the best plan, and then implemented it.

Having seized the initiative, Ning Feng did not let go of any opportunity he had created before.

One cut, two cuts.

Unable to dodge in time, Ning Feng was slashed across the chest by the succubus's claws, leaving a deep, bone-revealing scar.

Three cuts, four cuts.

This time, the succubus, whose movements became increasingly slow, only left traces of her struggle on Ning Feng's cheeks.

Five cuts, six cuts.

When Ning Feng plunged the seventh knife into the succubus's neck, she offered no further resistance, and the whip in her hand fell to the ground.

Snapped.

As if entering a state of enlightenment, Ning Feng looked at the succubus with her head drooping and only her chest slightly heaving, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"So, it only takes seven cuts."

The dagger was pulled out, and dark red blood gushed from the wound like a fountain of blood.

Blood splattered on the corner of his mouth, and Ning Feng, panting, subconsciously licked it.

Dongdong.

My heart is pounding!

The desires that had been suppressed since the start of the battle swelled instantly, assaulting Ning Feng's mind with an irresistible force.

Almost in response to the desires within him, he lifted the succubus high, letting the blood stream down his face.

The bewitched humans scattered as soon as the battle began, but they did not leave completely. Instead, after walking halfway, they became confused again and joined the crazy party.

In the midst of a frenzied feast, humanity raises up demons, letting blood stain everything around them.

Like blood-stained thorns growing in depravity.

Unrestrained, insane.

Did humans slay the demon?

Or is a new demon about to be born?

Meanwhile, the black cat, who had been watching the show the whole time, finally stood up and slowly walked over there.

"Alright, it's time for the understanding older sister to save the little one who almost went astray... oh?"

Ariana stopped in her tracks because Ning Feng, who was holding the succubus, had not lost his mind as she had expected.

With one hand gripping the succubus's neck, Ning Feng didn't open his mouth to swallow, but instead let the blood wash over him, staining his entire body red.

Compared to his frantic actions, his eyes revealed extreme indifference.

Seeing the succubus's eyes gradually losing their luster and her tears streaming down her face, Ning Feng spoke for the first time:

"Tears?"

Releasing his grip and letting the succubus fall to the ground, Ning Feng looked down at her and whispered:

"Do demons cry?"

The voice was so gentle that it stunned the dying succubus, who then felt an intense sense of unease.

Something's about to happen!?

Crouching down, Ning Feng gently lifted the succubus's chin, gazing into her eyes, which were filled with murderous intent, anger, humiliation, and fear.

"I can smell your fear."

What are you afraid of?

Chapter Twenty-One: What is a demon?! (Leans back tactically)

What are you afraid of?

As if earnestly awaiting a response, Ning Feng, his fingertips supporting the succubus's chin, lowered his head and softly asked:

"Is it death? Or the fear of not completing the mission? Or something else..."

With a slight hint of confusion, Ning Feng tilted his head and asked with a smile:

Are you afraid of me?

Uh! !

Ugh! Cough cough...

Provoked by Ning Feng's questioning words, the succubus, who looked like she was about to die, suddenly raised her head, stared intently at Ning Feng, and a few drops of blood rose from her throat.

At this moment, she lived up to her reputation as a demon, her appearance extremely grotesque.

Blood and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes as he glared at the lowly mortals, wishing he could tear them apart.

Ning Feng was not intimidated by the other party's appearance. He grabbed the succubus's chin with his other hand and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He even nodded understandingly and exclaimed:

"Indeed, why would you be afraid of a mere mortal?"

Ning Feng drew closer to those eerie purple eyes, staring directly into the complex emotions hidden within.

In just two days, he met two succubi, but nothing noteworthy happened.

He neither conquered the succubus in bed nor was he conquered by her, nor did he use righteous rhetoric to make her realize her mistakes and clear her name.

These alluring and seductive supernatural creatures filled him with disgust.

Whether killing ordinary people to extract their organs to build altars, or turning them into animalistic sacrificial offerings that only knew how to mate, these succubi felt no remorse or compassion whatsoever.

He laughed mockingly, admiring his masterpiece from the sidelines, clapping and cheering.

Ning Feng tried to understand why the other party had not treated ordinary people equally because of racial differences... but he failed.

Understanding is one thing, but when tragedy strikes, he cannot accept it.

Therefore, without feigning politeness, Ning Feng chose the most direct solution.

fighting.

As for conversation, it's not too late to ask when the other party is on their deathbed.

Yes, just like now.

"I have a question for you... What is your purpose?"

What exactly are these succubi up to in Bincheng? And to which being do their altars point?

Ning Feng believed that these altars had been built recently; otherwise, given the Watchers' control, it would have been impossible for them not to have been discovered.

The discoveries made over the past two days left Ning Feng with a slight unease, as if some conspiracy was lurking beneath the surface.

“If you cooperate, I won’t make empty promises like ‘letting you go.’ That’s impossible, as you can guess.”

"But I can guarantee that you will die without any pain, after all, I personally have no interest in torturing prisoners."

Faced with Ning Feng's earnest request, the succubus did not answer, but only looked back at him with a mocking gaze.

it is more than words.

With her throat pierced, the succubus was indeed able to speak and answer, even though the flesh was slowly healing.

But she knew that the man in front of her would not give her a chance to bewitch him.

Because he exudes the aura of his kind.

An aura of demonic corruption.

And the devil is untrustworthy.

Sensing the other party's sarcasm and distrust, Ning Feng tilted his head and chuckled:

"Don't worry, I'm different from you. I would never deceive a dying woman."

As for other times, that's another story.

Can something as handsome as a guy be called deception?