Supreme Accomplishment

Zhuang Shili died, at the very moment he used Black Demon Nirvana to sacrifice his left arm, cultivation, and battle techniques, raising himself to the pinnacle of his personal strength.

At the moment of death, he still could not believe that he would die so simply, so quietly—like an ant crushed between someone's fingers, filled with unwillingness and thick resentment.

The brightness in his eyes gradually dimmed, finally turning dull and gray without a trace of light. Yet they never closed, leaving him with the look of one who had died with unfulfilled grievances.

Of course he was unwilling. Of course he bore resentment. He was still so young, with vast prospects and an endless future ahead of him. How could he be willing to die in such an obscure little place?

He still harbored the grand ambition of becoming the Sect Leader of the Southern Demonic Cult. He still had his magnificent designs to unite the entire demonic cult, all of which had now vanished in an instant.

The power of the Black Demon Great Hand Seal, capable of piercing the earth and extinguishing molten lava, also vanished like smoke with Zhuang Shili's death, ultimately causing Duàn Yì not the slightest trouble.

In the end, the gap in strength between Zhuang Shili and Duàn Yì was simply too great—so great that even after unleashing a forbidden explosive technique, he still could not alter the predetermined outcome.

Yet his courage to risk his life and his decisiveness in making his choice in an instant still deeply shocked Duàn Yì.

"You were a hero of your generation. I believe that if you had not died, you would surely have become a figure capable of stirring the tides of the age.

"Unfortunately, you no longer had the chance.

"If you had come