The One Who Remains Is King

Nie Li felt the injuries inside his body. He was really going to die. He was really going to be smashed to death alive.

"I'll acknowledge you as master! I'm willing to acknowledge you as master! Don't kill me!" Nie Li screamed miserably.

He had cultivated with such difficulty to the Demon King realm, only to be beaten to death like this. Nie Li could not accept it.

Demon Beasts cultivated slowly, but their lifespans were longer than humans'. With Nie Li's current realm, living another thousand years would be as easy as lifting a finger.

If he dug deeper into his own bloodline during that time, Nie Li's lifespan might even continue to increase.

A thousand years—how many things could he still enjoy? Nie Li did not want to die.

Boom!

Heaven and earth spun. Nie Li's body was smashed onto the surface of the sea once again. This time, Nie Li felt no pain, only numbness all over his body. This was already a sign that he was on the verge of death.

His four limbs had completely exploded, and countless clouds of Blood Mist swirled around him. Cracks had spread all over Nie Li's Tortoise Shell, as if in the very next moment, it would split apart completely.

If the Tortoise Shell really cracked open, the Demon Beast body beneath Nie Li's shell would definitely be turned into meat paste.

Nie Li spat a great mouthful of Blood Mist toward the sky. Under the immense pressure, both his eyes had already burst apart completely.

Even the Demon Core inside his body had now cracked as well, in exactly the same state as his Tortoise Shell at this moment.

There had already been a faint connection between the two, and in his daily cultivation, Nie Li had constantly