In the void, the torrent of dark power sensed the danger at this moment. Holding nothing back, it used Zhao Cheng as an anchor and poured down its strength.
Throughout this process, the dark power on Zhao Cheng's body continued to rise. Yet its rate of growth could not match the rate at which it was being worn away. At most, it could delay the final destruction by another quarter-hour or two.
As for Zhao Cheng, though he could clearly feel himself heading toward destruction, he was not panicked. Instead, he calmly watched his own demise.
Though becoming a demon had caused his "Dao" to deviate enormously, even driving him to destroy all living beings on a single thought, some things had not changed.
Such as courage, perseverance, unyielding resolve...
And other powerful qualities besides.
At this moment, Zhao Cheng gathered the power of his will on one side, using it to contend against the ancient Dao Venerable Art and delay his destruction as much as possible. On the other, he waited for the variable that might or might not exist to appear.
There might be a variable, or there might not. But if one was unwilling to wait, then there would definitely be none.
Until the final moment, no one could know what the outcome would be.
Zhao Cheng knew well that before fate's crucial choices, apart from a few lucky ones, what most people faced was often darkness so deep that not even a shred of light could be seen.
And it was precisely because he had experienced such darkness and held fast until dawn arrived—because he had already seen the deepest night—that every twist and turn afterward was nothing more than this.
Of course, even more people had died in the darkness. To cross through it, will