The Iron Rider Demons generally possess the combat power of a Legendary Knight, making them a favored heavy cavalry unit for many demon lords.

And their opponents at the moment are a group of demons, numbering in the hundreds, of various kinds.

Sunan glanced around and immediately recognized several types of demons such as Ape Demons, Giant Bull Demons, Evil Spirits, and Giant Skull Demons.

What surprised him was that the leader of this group of demons was actually a Succubus.

She stood at the far end of the battlefield, her large black bat wings folded tightly around her upper body as if shielding her from sunlight, exposing only her enchanting and beautiful face.

The graceful curve of her waist and back was especially eye-catching, her exposed thighs were plump and smooth, her skin flawless and immaculate.

A fiery red tip of a tail, resembling a whip, peeked out from beneath her wings, resting against the inside of her thigh, further contrasting her skin’s milky white, jade-like appearance.

She held a red long whip in her hand, occasionally flicking her wrist to ignite a black flame along the whip, which crossed over a hundred meters in an instant, causing a wretched howl from an Iron Rider Demon.

Despite their greater numbers, the Succubus’s side was outmatched in individual strength by the Iron Rider Demons, and as time went by, they inevitably fell into a disadvantage.

Sunan watched for a while from the sidelines until the demons on the Succubus’s side were heavily wounded and almost slaughtered before he dispelled the Invisibility Skill and appeared.

The sudden appearance of a figure startled both sides.

Before they could react, brilliant silver brilliance tore through the air, instantly penetrating the heads of all the Iron Rider Demons.

In just a moment, more than twenty Iron Rider Demons fell silently to the ground, dead, turning into corpses.

This scene left the surviving demons dazed in place.

After a while, the surviving demons finally came to their senses and began shouting noisily.

One Ape Demon even cast a hostile gaze towards Sunan, itching to make a move.

Sunan watched, smiling wryly, not surprised.

No wonder demons have chaotic natures; they certainly understand how formidable it is to annihilate more than twenty Iron Rider Demons effortlessly, and attacking such a force is tantamount to courting death.

Yet despite this, they still cannot control their instinct to kill and want to strike.

Luckily, among the surviving demons was one rational presence.

Snap!

The Succubus raised her hand, whipping the air with a snap.

"Quiet," she said loudly.

The unruly demons immediately quieted down, casting fearful glances towards the Succubus.

Sunan nodded secretly.

This was also why he chose to aid the Succubus’s side.

Succubi in the Blood Abyss aren’t considered high-level demons, yet they make excellent communication partners.

They aren’t strong in combat and rely on pleasing and appeasing higher-level demons to survive in the Blood Abyss.

Because of this, Succubi don’t like meaningless slaughter; they prefer to use their beauty and charm to seduce and corrupt their opponents.

Compared to other demons whose minds are filled solely with thoughts of killing, Succubi are undoubtedly suitable guides.

Sunan guessed these demons probably belonged to a faction of a demon lord.

The Succubus before him didn’t have a strong life force; her ability to subdue these demons and instill fear must stem from the authority given by a demon lord.

After subduing her subordinate demons, the Succubus quickly changed into a charming smile, her eyes gleaming as she looked at Sunan and laughed coquettishly, "Thank you for the Wizard’s assistance. I wonder if there’s anything we can do to repay you?"

Succubi are adept manipulators of spirit and illusion techniques, and their perception far exceeds that of lower-grade demons.

From the first glance, she detected the unique aura of a Wizard emanating from Sunan.

Even in the ever-violent Blood Abyss, Wizards are among those not to be provoked casually.

Who knows which force might be backing the Wizard who comes to the Blood Abyss, not to mention that Wizards themselves possess formidable strength.

Even a demon lord wouldn’t easily provoke a Wizard if their interests were not at stake.

"I need Blood River; I just happen to be missing a guide," Sunan said straightforwardly.

With his strength, he didn’t need to pretend with the Succubus.

"That’s simple." The Succubus cast a seductive glance, "The place we’re headed passes right by Blood River; the Wizard can travel with us."

Sunan was completely indifferent to the Succubus’s charms, turning his wrist to reveal a small soul crystal in his palm.

The dazzling, beautiful radiance and the strong soul aura immediately attracted the gaze of all the demons.

Their eyes showed undisguised greed, itching to move; if not for the Succubus’s restraint, they would have rushed forward to seize it.

"This is the payment for guiding," Sunan said.

Although it’s just a small soul crystal, it is quite precious to mid- and lower-grade demons.

However, the Succubus didn’t show a shred of excitement, instead, her eyes flickered.

Wizards are known for adhering to the principle of equivalent exchange.

The Wizard before her surely wouldn’t casually offer a soul crystal as a reward; there must be some harsh conditions attached.

Sure enough, Sunan then said calmly, "Sign the Soul Contract."

Sunan naturally wasn’t foolish enough to trust a demon’s word.

Even if the other party was a Succubus and seemed to be quite sensible.

Nonetheless, he wouldn’t lower his guard.

Who knows if this Succubus might lead him to a demon lord or a great demon’s territory, offering him up as a delivered meal?

To be safe, signing a Soul Contract was the best choice.

Under Sunan’s intimidating gaze, the Succubus quickly returned to normal, giggling sweetly, "Alright, all according to the Wizard’s wishes."

Both parties swiftly signed the Soul Contract, which naturally stipulated that the Succubus would help Sunan find Blood River and refrain from any actions detrimental to him.

In return, the Succubus would receive a soul crystal as compensation.

Once the contract was complete, the atmosphere instantly relaxed.

Not wasting any time, the group (demons) set off on their journey.

The Succubus approached Sunan, her soft body leaning closer, enveloping him with a rich seductive fragrance.

"Why is the Wizard heading to Blood River?"

Sunan’s expression remained unchanged, "To sightsee."

The Succubus’s expression froze, her mouth twitching.

Blood River isn’t a good place, not only teeming with Evil Souls but its waters also corrode flesh and consume souls.

Even demons dare not approach Blood River.

What kind of oddball would go there just to sightsee?

This was clearly brushing her off.

Seeing Sunan wasn’t willing to elaborate, the Succubus wisely refrained from further questioning, turning instead to laugh and chat about other topics with Sunan.

Sunan was happy with this too, subtly inquiring about the Blood Abyss’s recent situation, treating it as an opportunity to broaden his knowledge.

Time flew by as they talked.

During the journey, the group’s (demons) direction changed sometimes left, sometimes right, deviating at places, once even making a ninety-degree turn.

Logically, the area was an open plain, despite some peaks and pits, they shouldn’t affect travel.

However, this was exactly the unique way native Blood Abyss creatures navigate.

While chaotic, the Blood Abyss granted its native creatures, including demons, the ability to sense their position.

This was something outsiders didn’t possess.

Every year, many outsiders enter Blood Abyss recklessly, only to get lost in the wilderness due to a lack of native guidance, dying from hunger and thirst.

Even if they brought enough food and water, they would eventually perish under relentless demon attacks.

Not excluding even the Wizard-level powerhouses.

After traversing the scorching and desolate wastelands for roughly ten hours, with constant changes in direction, Sunan finally reached his destination.

Beneath the overcast sky, the winding, lengthy river of blood stretched across the wasteland, as if it had cut a gash across the vast wilderness, its flowing blood spreading to the horizon.

The blood-red river water flowed at a steady pace, unchanged over millennia, with countless ghosts rising and falling in its waves, mouths agape, issuing silent, piercing cries only to be swallowed by the next wave.

"That is Blood River."

The Succubus whispered, gazing at the crimson waters with apprehension and a trace of fear.