“Spirit Pollution?!”
In this pitch-black night, under the moonlight, the President finally noticed the abnormality on these demon hunters during close contact.
Monsters indeed possessed this ability, but according to records, only purebred monsters could cause such a great impact.
Could it be…
This person must not be allowed to live, or the entire island would fall into a sea of blood because of her!
The President made up her mind immediately, her attacks turning ruthless.
To eliminate this individual, what did it matter if a few excellent demon hunters were lost?
The moment the opponent struck, all the demon hunters moved as well.
They wielded their weapons, attacking the President they had once revered so much.
Qilin stood in place, watching with a cold smile.
Now that the other side appeared here, it saved her the trouble of attending the meeting next.
The demon hunters under her control attacked with lethal force, each strike aimed at vital points. In contrast, the President, though resolved not to show mercy, still held back during the fight.
As a result, faced with attacks from dozens of people, she appeared overwhelmingly exhausted.
Spirit Pollution wasn’t impossible to remove, but it required special Potions.
Since arriving in this world, they’d never encountered companions affected by Spirit Pollution. Moreover, the resources required and the time wasted were too great—there was simply no such reserve in their warehouse.
At this moment, the President frowned deeply.
She knew that if she dragged this out any longer, she would surely lose.
A swift, decisive battle was necessary.
She made her decision on the spot, beginning to use her Purification Ability.
Two Short Daggers in her hands gleamed with golden light under the effect of the Potion, making her movements more agile.
Facing over a dozen demon hunters, she knew full well the strength of these people.
She moved constantly, like a nimble viper weaving among the demon hunters, drawing closer and closer to Qilin.
Suddenly, she felt something strange in her body.
An unbearable itch spread all over her, and a wave of heat rose inside, a bizarre thought starting to take over her mind.
Saliva even unconsciously dripped from the corner of her mouth.
Her reactions slowed.
Looking back, the attacks of the surrounding demon hunters had shifted from deadly blows to attempts at capture.
She glanced at the woman—there was a faint smile on her lips.
“What did you do to me?”
“I heard demon hunters have physiological defects. I wonder if that’s true.”
A playful smile appeared on Qilin’s face.
The President still refused to give up.
With a few swift moves, she knocked out the attacking demon hunters, but failed to notice a hand reaching out from the crowd, grasping her chest precisely.
Because tonight’s purpose was the meeting, she had only brought two Short Daggers, let alone worn any Armor.
The moment their fingers touched, she felt as if she had been electrocuted, all strength leaving her body, almost causing her to collapse.
What was this feeling?
A strange emotion rose in her heart, but there was no time to think.
She immediately grabbed the opponent’s arm and, using her immense strength, pulled them closer.
With a bang, she struck the back of their neck with her dagger handle.
“Your willpower really is strong. If it were an ordinary person, they would have collapsed long ago.”
Qilin walked over to the steps and sat down, crossing her legs and revealing her long, straight legs beneath her robe.
“You… who exactly are you?”
The President’s face was burning red, her breath a little ragged—perhaps from the exhaustion of battle.
“I am the Desire Incarnation, a purebred demon.”
Qilin didn’t hide it, and at the same time, she waved her hand to signal the demon hunters around to halt.
They immediately stopped where they were, forming a semicircular encirclement around the President.
“Demon?”
A look of confusion appeared on her face.
What was that?
In their world, such things didn’t exist, but she could roughly understand—it was a terrifying type of monster.
“So you don’t know.”
Qilin chuckled lightly.
“Just now it was tenfold. Now it’s a hundredfold.”
A flash of red appeared in her eyes.
At the same time, the President’s pupils contracted.
“Ah!”
She screamed, her weapon slipping from her grasp, and she collapsed to the ground.
“You, what did you do to me…”
She gasped for air, her whole body weak as if poisoned.
If these demon hunters attacked again, she wouldn’t have a shred of strength to resist.
“Nothing much. I just let you feel what you demon hunters have always lost.”
What is it that demon hunters have always lost?
But now she had no time to think, her mind blank from the abnormal sensations, and only one thought remained.
“Come here.”
The other’s voice carried a certain power, and the President subconsciously tried to crawl forward.
But she quickly suppressed the urge, biting the tip of her tongue.
The intense pain and the taste of blood in her mouth brought her back to her senses.
She immediately grabbed a fallen Short Dagger from the ground and, with all her might, threw it at the woman before her.
Clang!
The Short Dagger never reached the target.
She was too weak—the weapon fell to the ground midway.
Seeing the other’s feeble state, the smile on Qilin’s lips grew wider.
“A thousandfold, then?”
“No!”
At this point, the President finally understood what the other meant by tenfold, hundredfold.
“What… what do you want?”
For the first time, the always unyielding President compromised before an enemy.
She knew she was no match for the one before her.
But this person hadn’t gone on a killing spree and, from tonight’s actions, seemed to have come specifically to meet her.
Was there anything in the Demon Hunter Guild worth coveting?
“Come closer. I’ll tell you alone.”
The President wasn’t sure why, but under the influence of this force, she found herself believing the other.
She staggered to her feet, trying several times but failing to stand.
For the sake of the guild, she gritted her teeth, comforting herself as she used her hands to support her body, moving forward step by step.
Finally, she arrived beside the other, looking up at the seductive demon.
“If I said, I want you?”
The President froze.
Behind the other, a black tail had appeared at some point.
Her originally black hair had turned into a mass of curly brown-red, and a pair of wings sprouted from her back…
So this was her true form?
The black tail struck from behind, instantly lengthening and wrapping tightly around her waist, then pulled forcefully.
The President tried to struggle, but at this moment, where did she have any strength left?
“You… what are you going to do?”
“In front of so many people, you don’t mind, do you?”
Qilin chuckled, meeting her gaze.
In the next instant, she felt as if her mind had been seized by some will, losing all thought before completely blacking out.
—
“Master—”
The President’s eyes were hazy, her previous arrogance gone.
Qilin stood up, waving the demon hunters away, and as she glanced at the system prompt in front of her, a smile not belonging to a succubus appeared on her face.
The main body would surely be happy to know.
She turned and left.
With the ruling race settled, the remaining lords were just small fry.
On the bluestone floor, only a few drops of blood remained as evidence of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
Don’t overthink it, she was just beaten until she coughed up blood.