The devil cannot repress Lu Li.
Dusky sandstorms swept through the room of the tower like drapes, but whenever they enveloped Lu Li, his silhouette would reappear outside. The outline of the Abyssal Demon disintegrated into granules, able to invade dreams like an Alien God, yet unable to fully capture him.
Perhaps as it should be... if hell were truly mightier than the human world, they would have long since invaded without the constraints of heaven.
Yet, one must remain cautious towards devils—the devil known as Abyssal Demon surely cannot only manipulate sand granules.
Realizing that this peculiar soul was not prey, the sandstorm reformed the outline of the Abyssal Demon, placing Lu Li on equal footing: "...So, strange soul marked by the Lava Demon, what is your true purpose here."
The Lava Demon, the origin of all these tales, the devil that left an inverted pentagram brand upon Lu Li.
"A transaction."
Lu Li had changed his mind.
