To undertake an impossible task with the conviction that one would certainly die—there had been many such examples on the Black Prison Battlefield, and Zheng Qing easily recalled quite a few.
Take the Many-armed Giant Kotos, for instance. The moment he crashed into the battlefield, he sacrificed himself and summoned an enormous willow tree, preventing the wizards from repairing the shattered outer fortress walls. At the same time, its countless spreading branches wove a green sea that blanketed the Wedge-shaped Enclave, forcibly carving out a place of survival for the Demon Allied Army on the wizards' home ground.
Then there was the Rat Immortal couple. Faced with Guozhi, who had only a wisp of remnant consciousness left, they risked everything to save her. In the end, one was reduced to ashes, while the other lost their physical body.
And Sea Demon King Xiangliu, who chose to dissolve his body in order to completely devour Cthulhu. It sounded like an impressive term, but in truth, it was suicide—and he had to choose a suicide that left no corpse behind in order to find life within death.
Those three, though they were all top-tier Archwizards, even top-tier legendary beings, had still embraced certain death to accomplish things that were nearly impossible. And they had ultimately succeeded. That was probably why Mister had said those words.
"I know what I did wrong."
The young wizard lowered his head obediently and admitted his mistake.
Mister raised his brows. "Where were you wrong? What do you understand?"
"If one's resolve for self-sacrifice is not firm enough, then one must absolutely not choose self-sacrifice." Zheng Qing raised his head, met Mister's calm gaze, and answered earnestly, "Wanting both the enormous power of Sacrifice Magic and the clever loophole of not sacrificing oneself completely—there is no such