God of Wealth

A red, magma-like body sprawled across the way like a mountain range. Six blood-red pupils flowed with dense sin, and faintly, countless souls seemed to be wailing within them. The two horns atop his head looked as though they could pierce the universe, while his long, pointed claws reached out, glinting coldly. Donnie stared at Tri-Gong Demon blocking his path. He remained silent for a long, long time, opening his mouth but not knowing what to say.