Tri-Gong Demon fixed a malevolent gaze on the daughter he was proudest of.
Such a powerful, talented offspring with terrifyingly flawless execution was simply too rare.
So rare that even a cold-blooded creature like Tri-Gong Demon had once been reluctant to devour Raven.
He had spent countless years mating with countless female beings of countless races to produce offspring. Aside from Raven, his youngest child, there were only those three foolish sons who disgusted him no matter how he looked at them.
Their heads were filled with fighting and killing. Their cunning and viciousness remained on the most superficial level, their potential was low, and their strength grew slowly...
Yet after producing countless offspring, those three foolish sons were the only ones Tri-Gong Demon could barely bring himself to approve of.
All his other countless offspring had been eaten by Tri-Gong Demon the moment they were born.
That was right—he would open his mouth wide, place the infant on his tongue before its mother, and swallow it alive.
Until Raven was born.
Her exceptional potential and terrifying rate of growth had deeply shocked Tri-Gong Demon. It was the first time he had produced such an outstanding descendant.
For her sake, he had destroyed countless universes and granted Raven his most precious tolerance, coldly watching his daughter flee from one universe to another.
In order to take Raven back, Tri-Gong Demon and Donnie had clashed more than once or twice, forging a tremendous enmity.
But to Tri-Gong Demon, it had all been worth it.
"My daughter, if not for you, I would not have killed Saitorak so quickly. By my calculations, even if I truly managed to kill him, it would have taken at least a billion years of fighting. You brought everything forward. We father and daughter became the greatest