The devil is dead.
Killed by its offspring.
The gradually cooling volcanic rock sculpture no longer feels the breath of life.
The Lava Demon fell to arrogance and carelessness: arrogant for leaving its territory, careless of the threat from Lu Li, ultimately perished in the combined efforts of Lu Li, the Devil's Daughter, and the Abyssal Demon.
"'Father' wasn't like this at the beginning... It bred thirteen offspring, my sister and I are the third and seventh..."
Lu Li withdrew his left hand from touching the devil sculpture and gazed at the Devil's Daughter recounting the old days.
"Except for the second son who died young, each of us grew up smoothly under its protection until the Silence Demon, its thirteenth child, officially came of age..."
