Her race was composed entirely of females—there was no such thing as an ugly succubus. In fact, it was a curse, an unspoken law of their kind: every single one of them must remain beautiful, seductive, and flawless.
It was their survival strategy.
Their strength wasn't just in battle, but in seduction, in manipulation through sex and Yin essence.
They were the undisputed masters of dual cultivation.
They fed through pleasure, thrived in dominance, and struck silently with allure.
The God of Frost, though not among the four he feared, still posed a threat.
She had ascended to godhood only a century ago.
She was fresh from the battlefield—sharp, honed, and brimming with raw, awakened instincts. Her ice wasn't dulled by time.
"She's dangerous… but not to me," Ileus thought with confidence.
As for the Succubus Queen's current attack…
He had already prepared.
He drew Mana into his soul domain, condensed it, and crafted a spirit sense field.
