Ming Nü's Blood Demon Art was undeniably powerful.
But it was equally undeniable—
that at present, it lacked direct offensive capability.
This was no different from the Upper Rank Four Ming Nü in the original.
Mammon, however, didn't want it to remain that way.
He held high expectations for her—
and didn't want such a glaring weakness to persist.
But for now…
there was no need to rush.
"My lord… aren't we going to kill them?"
Ming Nü glanced at the heavily injured insect and python.
Even with her strong self-control—
her gem-like eyes couldn't hide their flicker.
The flesh of these two monsters—
was simply too tempting.
"No need to rush."
Mammon spoke calmly, slowly turning toward the distant forest.
"There's still one guest who hasn't arrived."
"Right?"
"My friend who's been hiding over there."
Someone else?
Ming Nü froze for a moment—
then tightened her grip on the bell, her gaze locking onto the forest.
If Mammon said so—
then it had to be true.
Had someone really been hiding all this time?
Was it someone from Li Qiancheng's group?
The bright full moon still hung in the night sky, casting its cold glow across the land.
A gentle wind passed through.
Aside from the faint roars of distant monsters—
only the shallow breathing of the two fallen beasts could be heard.
Ming Nü's brows furrowed deeply.
"Not coming out?"
Mammon let out a faint cold laugh.
A black thorn extended from his hand—
and with a sharp swing—
it tore through the air.
BOOM—!
The strike landed within the forest.
Though the thorn looked slender—
its impact carried overwhelming force.
The ground shook violently.
A deep fissure split open instantly.
"Ara ara~ how violent, little gentleman. That was close."
A soft, enchanting female voice echoed out.
A figure slowly stepped out from the forest.
"That really was a narrow escape. If I hadn't moved in time, I might've been reduced to ashes."
"So scary~ truly terrifying~"
Yet despite her words—
her tone remained playful and composed.
She was clearly teasing.
Her figure flickered—
once, twice—
and in just a few steps, she appeared silently before Mammon and Ming Nü.
Smiling.
"First meeting, little gentleman… and dear lady."
"Allow me to greet you properly~"
She bent slightly at the knees, performing a flawless, elegant curtsy.
Her voice—
soft, charming—
pleasant to the ear.
Mammon narrowed his eyes, silently observing her.
But soon—
his brows furrowed.
Ming Nü's expression tightened as well.
She was beautiful.
Extremely beautiful.
A long crimson dress—bright as fresh blood—stood out vividly even in the dim surroundings.
Her skin was pale as snow.
Long black hair cascaded down to her waist.
Her flawless face carried a gentle smile.
Her eyes—
a deep, mesmerizing red.
At her brow, a flame-like crimson mark rested like a decorative sigil.
In her hand—
a blood-red parasol.
A peerless beauty.
Elegant.
Enchanting.
Unsettling.
But to Mammon—
she radiated nothing but danger.
Not weaker—
than the Deathland Rampage Insect had been.
Perhaps even more.
"Who are you?"
Mammon's crimson eyes glinted coldly.
He didn't know who she was—
but one thing was certain:
She was not human.
And—
she was not an ally.
"Lilith~ My name is Lilith."
The woman paid no mind to his cold tone, smiling as she gently caressed her parasol.
It was clear—
she adored it.
"You don't seem to like me very much, little gentleman."
"May I ask why?"
She lifted her gaze, her watery red eyes locking onto his, smiling softly.
She could clearly feel it—
his hostility.
His vigilance.
That icy intent.
"You're not human."
Mammon replied flatly.
That was obvious.
From the moment she appeared—
he knew.
Her scent—
was completely different.
As a demon, Mammon could clearly sense it.
Ming Nü's reaction confirmed the same.
Lilith—
was a true humanoid calamity.
"Ara~ how perceptive."
"So I've been found out?"
She sighed softly, raising her pale hand to her cheek.
"I tried so hard to imitate humans too…"
Her tone carried a hint of mock regret.
As if she were genuinely disappointed in herself.
After all—
she had taken great interest in human civilization.
She had even studied it carefully.
"Well then…"
"Allow me to properly introduce myself."
The crimson parasol opened.
With graceful elegance—
she bowed once more.
"Abyssal Princess Lilith Sephar."
"A pleasure to meet you all."