My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Seeing the three men's lewd behavior, Yin Xue's face turned ugly.

But she also knew that she was no match for these bastards.

So her first reaction was to run.

While the three were laughing, she suddenly sprang out of the mud.

He turned and rushed into the depths of the swamp.

The ground was slippery mud, and with each step, half a leg sank in. Behind him came the exclamations and the sound of the three people chasing after him.

"Don't run! Little succubus, don't run away!"

"Chase after her! Don't let her get away!"

……

Yin Xue gritted his teeth and desperately flapped his wings.

But its wings were already covered in mud.

The soaked membrane wings couldn't hold the wind at all, and could only make a muffled "puffing" sound, unable to even lift off the ground.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

She cursed wildly in her mind, staggering forward.

Mud and water splashed all over her face, making it hard for her to open her eyes, but she dared not stop.

The laughter of the three people behind me grew closer and closer.

"Hahaha, look at how she runs! She's like a drowned chicken!"

"Aren't succubi supposed to be powerful? How come they can't even fly?"

"Don't rush, don't rush, let her run, let's see how far she can run."

……

Yin Xue's blood-red eyes were fixed on the front, and he gritted his teeth and continued running.

She knew they were teasing her.

Like a cat catching a mouse, deliberately don't chase too fast, just wait for her to run out of energy.

How long did she run?

do not know.

All around were similar dead trees and mud pits, making it impossible to tell which way to go.

All she knew was that her breathing was getting more and more rapid, her legs were getting heavier and heavier, and each step was harder than the last.

Finally, she tripped over a dead branch.

It crashed into the mud with a thud.

He rolled twice, burying his face in the cold muddy water.

"Oh, you fell down?"

"Oh dear, the little succubus is failing."

The footsteps grew closer.

Yin Xue lay motionless in the mud.

She could sense the three men approaching and hear their breathing and snickers.

She lay in the mud, trembling, looking like prey that had completely given up the struggle.

"Let me do it, let me do it. Let me see what this succubus looks like first."

The most impetuous one strode up to her.

Bend down and reach out your hand...

It's now!

Blood suddenly erupted!

A blood-red dagger had materialized in her hand without her noticing.

It pierced straight into the man's eyes!

She used every last bit of her strength in this attack; the speed was astonishing, and the angle was extremely tricky...

But that person reacted even faster.

As if he had anticipated this, he suddenly tilted his head to the side, and the blood-stained blade only left a shallow bloodstain on his cheek.

"Oh shit!"

The young man kicked Yin Xue in the chest, sending her flying and crashing heavily into the mud three meters away.

"She almost succeeded!"

He touched the bloodstains on his face, his expression darkening.

The other two exchanged a glance and laughed even harder.

"Hahaha, you got scratched by a succubus, now you're disfigured!"

"Alright, alright, it's just a mark, it's not a vital spot."

But the young man's smile vanished.

He stared at the crimson blood in the mud, his eyes turning dangerous.

"You little bitch, you dare to fight back?"

Yin Xue lay in the mud, panting heavily.

That last blow drained her of her last bit of strength.

She tremblingly raised her hand, trying to conjure another blood-red blade—

There was nothing there.

A faint red glow appeared on my palm and quickly dissipated.

She gritted her teeth and desperately tried to activate the remaining magic power within her body.

the second time.

A blood-red spear took shape in her hand.

It was much finer than usual, and the color was much lighter.

A chubby, dark-skinned hero burst out laughing upon seeing this: "You're carrying that big toothpick, are you going to pick my teeth? Hehehe."

He rubbed his hands together as he stepped forward.

Yin Xue gritted his teeth and threw the spear with all his might, the blood spear slicing through the air.

Finally, it was caught steadily in the hands of the dark-skinned, chubby hero.

"Hehehe, little sister, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud bang!

The blood spear exploded.

The blood energy overflowed, turning into a rain of blood that seeped into the fat man's entire body.

Seeing this, Yin Xue sneered, "Now you know how powerful I am! I hate it when people call me a succubus!"

The fat, dark-skinned man emerged from the blood mist, his body now covered in bloody thorns.

He stared at Yin Xue with eyes wide with rage.

Seeing this, the other two heroes also toned down their arrogance.

"Be careful, this succubus still has some strength left."

"Yes, we can't be too overconfident."

Yin Xue still maintained that arrogant demeanor.

But his breathing grew louder and louder, and his vision began to go black intermittently.

That attack just now had taken a heavy toll on her.

the third time.

She conjured several blood needles and shot them at a tall, thin warrior.

The man carefully dodged and easily avoided the attack.

The blood needle left only a few faint red dots on the tree trunk behind him.

It didn't even penetrate the bark.

The man's smile returned.

"That's it? It seems she's reached her limit."

Yin Xue's hands began to tremble.

the fourth time.

She wanted to gather something more.

Blood blade, blood needle, even if it's just a cloud of blood mist.

But only a faint red light appeared in his palm; he no longer had the strength to form a solid shape.

"Come out quickly, come out quickly!"

She lowered her head and murmured to herself, looking at her trembling hands.

These hands have torn apart countless powerful enemies.

These hands once held the power to make the entire continent tremble.

Now, not even a single wound can be made.

The three people surrounded them again.

"That's enough, she's out of energy."

"That last spear thrust was probably the final blow; now it's completely useless."

"Tsk tsk, let me go first. I'm risking being blinded by her to be the first one up."

"Why you?"

"Because I almost got stabbed just now! I risked my life for that!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing."

The older one waved his hand, a disgusting smile on his face.

"This succubus is a rare find. It's a three-day trial, so let's take it slow. First, let's find a cave and enjoy ourselves."

The other two exchanged a glance and both laughed.

"Okay, let's do it this way!"

The three men grinned lewdly as they approached Yin Xue step by step.

Yin Xue lay on the ground, trembling all over.

She looked up at the three faces that were getting closer and closer.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with anger, resentment, and a hint of—

fear.

She is the Demon King.

She lived for hundreds of years.

She once made the entire continent tremble and countless heroes tremble with fear.

How could she die in a place like this?

Died at the hands of three level 60 scum?

The three people were getting closer and closer.

She could see the pores on their faces and smell the stench of their sweat.

The youngest one had already reached out and grabbed at her.

Yin Xue's pupils contracted to their maximum size.

She was desperate.

Almost instinctively, she used the last of her strength to scream that name:

"Lin Mo—!!!"

The sound was shrill and piercing, exploding in the air above the swamp.

It startled countless rotting crows hiding in the dead trees.

The three heroes were stunned at the same time.

The next second—

A jet-black sword light slashed through the air!

It flew from the depths of the swamp, so fast that it couldn't be caught by the naked eye!

puff!

The lewd grin on the young man at the front hadn't disappeared yet.

The head had already flown off the neck!

The headless corpse swayed and then collapsed with a thud.

Blood gushed out, splattering onto the faces of the two people next to him.

The remaining two heroes stood frozen in place.

They stared wide-eyed at the still convulsing corpse, their minds blank.

At the same time, Yin Xue slowly opened his eyes and looked at the figure that had appeared in front of him at some unknown time.

A familiar black cloak.

The familiar black sword.

A familiar scent.

Who else could it be but Lin Mo?