“Haah…! Hahk!”
On a moonlit night, the Black Moon Empress moved like a madwoman.
“Gasp…!”
She was drenched in sweat, her face filled with terror. Though well past forty, she was a martial artist who maintained her youth by mastering an evil art called the Absorption Method.
The number of women she had killed must have exceeded the hundreds, and the men she had toyed with were likely the same.
She kept her youth, yes—but inside, she was an evildoer charred pitch-black, and that woman was now paralyzed with fear.
‘I have to run… I have to run.’
Quickly. Faster—she had to escape.
‘Who is he? Who the hell is that bastard…!?’
The being she had just seen—thinking of him made the Black Moon Empress’s insides shudder.
He certainly looked like the Hwagongma.
That vile man who clung to her so persistently. Lust dripped from his eyes, and for his level he was filthy beyond belief.
He was so disgusting she’d avoided dealing with him whenever possible.
‘…But he was different.’
The man she’d just met wasn’t the Hwagongma. The Black…