"Ah—!!!"

The shrill scream echoed throughout the entire hall, the scab that had formed on Vivian's fingertips instantly dispersed into rust-colored smoke.

Bathing in the Holy Light, she was like a bat plunging into a brazier, every inch of her skin burning, even emitting a sizzling black smoke.

Such agony was indescribable.

If the torment felt by a common Undead or Demon was like ten million needles piercing through the skin into the marrow, then her pain, being both Undead and Demon, was like a hundred million needles penetrating every neuron in her body.

That scorching light seemed to burn into the depths of her soul.

Soon Vivian, lying on the floor, could not even scream, only opening her mouth in a silent wail, curling up trying to make herself smaller.

The eyes that had once been filled with murderous intent and sharpness, had vanished from her blood-red pupils, leaving only fear and pleading.

Luo Yan watched her emotionlessly, Holy Light blossoming at the tip of his staff as if it were a longsword in the hand of a Judgement Angel.

He had to admit, this was kind of sadistic.

After all, she was his half-sister being "roasted alive."

But because of this, Luo Yan had no intention of going easy on her. Instead, he increased the power output of his magic wand.

He had to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

He wanted to engrave fear deep into her soul.

Otherwise, she might dare again!

"Soul Drain!"

While manipulating Holy Light, Luo Yan activated a Gold Level magic device given to him by Professor Lillith, draining even the little magical power left in Vivian.

It seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Bathing in the Holy Light, she no longer emitted black smoke from her body, no sound could come from her throat.

So much so that even the look of fear and pleading gradually dimmed in her eyes, like rubies losing their light.

If judged by the standards of human Priests, it would be considered a successful purification, leaving behind a common girl in the shadows, stripped of evil energy and mischief.

But by the standards of Hell...

She was close to death.

Luo Yan stopped casting Holy Light Magic, took out a blue bottle from his chest, drank half of it, and then dangled it in front of those fading pupils.

"Do you want it?"

Those ruby-like eyes gradually regained a glint of light.

Driven by the instinct to survive, Vivian made a great effort to move her head, her throat emitting a dry hoarse voice, her face lifted in desperate longing.

"Want..."

"The voice is too low, I can't hear it."

Luo Yan sneered, tilting the vial slightly in his hand and, in front of her, poured the blue liquid onto the ground.

Drip—

At this moment, Vivian's consciousness was no longer clear, her vision blurred, no longer concerned with maintaining any dignified image of a young lady.

She was like a traveler fainting in the desert, only seeing that pool of water disappearing into the dark, falling on the scorched gravel.

No—

As that pool of water was about to disappear into the cracks of the dirty floor, she moved her slender arms and legs, flung herself at it desperately, licking at the last drop of the sweet water before it vanished.

However, before she could finish, a hand suddenly grabbed her by the neck, lifting her from the ground.

Without giving her any chance to react, the hand pressed her against the cold granite wall, then fastened a silver collar around her neck.

Vivian, who had just regained a trace of consciousness, tried to recite a spell, but to her horror, she discovered that her connection to magical power had been severed.

Magic Prohibition Collar!

Such a thing she could break with just a slight effort, yet at this moment she was so weak that she couldn't even lift her arms, her tiptoes unable to reach the ground.

It was then that she finally saw the man in front of her.

And at the same time, those humiliating memories replayed in her mind like a slide show, quickly filling her eyes with fear.

That man...

Was a devil incarnate!

She bit her lip, her voice trembling as she spoke.

"What... have you done?"

With a graceful and appropriate smile on his face, Luo Yan spoke with a pleasant voice.

"Everything that could be done is done, now it's your turn."

Vivian looked at him with eyes filled with horror, at this devil masquerading with an elegantly appropriate smile... she had never felt such revulsion towards that gentlemanly smile as she did today.

She struggled desperately, trying to kick him, but she couldn't reach anything.

She finally started to realize that it wasn't just all of her magic power that had been drained, but even her life force had been sucked dry by some unknown force.

"Let me go..."

"I told you to play your hand, I didn't tell you to beg for mercy. Weren't you determined to bid me farewell forever... Oh, that's right, this outfit must have been prepared for me, right?"

Looking at the rather ridiculous funeral suit, Luo Yan mocked with a laugh, piercing through someone's little schemes.

Vivian's face flushed red.

It was the red of infuriation.

Unable to resist physically, she vented her anger in her words.

"You, why can you use Holy Light Magic?!"

Luo Yan said with a smile.

"What's the problem? Isn't it common knowledge in Hell not to be choosy about methods?"

Vivian said through gritted teeth.

"You... You enjoy the protection of the Demon God, but behind the scenes, you pray to Saint Sis..."

Luo Yan laughed softly.

"Who said you must pray to Saint Sis to use Holy Light? When you use Blood Magic, do you pray to the Demon God? I see your faith in the Demon God isn't so unwavering either, or else you wouldn't have attempted to assassinate the Demon King."

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