"Isn't it perfect? Do you like the taste of my blood, Lord Emodao?"
A flirty voice came to his ears as soon as his eyes opened. His ears were ringing while his body swayed even though he was seated. He moved as if he was losing his balance and his center of gravity. Within his blurry eyeshot, he could see a figure of a woman who seemed to be in her bare skin. Blood had also trailed from her shoulder and her arms.
She was holding what looked like a cup as she sat at the opposite end of the room. Her lips were popping red from cosmetics or blood, the color contrasting so much from her snow-white skin. The woman was leisurely enjoying her drink while watching the demon king be in a state of dizziness.
