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Ssshh—
Ssshh—
At the bottom of Meteorite Crater, the sound of heavy dragging echoed.
A Hungry Demon was dragging Lu Li.
It was much thinner than the first demon that had arrived, its lead-gray belly almost fused with its back.
The slight protrusion in its chest area indicated its gender—or rather, the gender it had when it was once human.
In the darkest depths of hell, even fresh souls couldn't overcome low-level demons whose consciousness had long been obliterated by the relentless scorching of hell, leaving mostly instinct.
They usually became food for slightly more advanced demons, and if they were somewhat fortunate to find a gathering of their own kind, they could live until the day they were eaten by their companions, or until even their instincts were completely worn away.
The burning hells and their devils had always been a place that changed the color of people's conversations.
