The battle had subsided.
Lee Sha still stood alone in the center of the planar battlefield, his emotions undisturbed despite having refined and devoured the Thunderflame Venerable.
He remained indifferent and calm.
The light on this planar battlefield gradually dimmed, but the blood-soaked figure of Lee Sha grew increasingly bright and glaring.
The rise of Lee Sha was like a myth. Yet, it was nothing more than a desperate measure when pushed to the limit.
This point, equally understood by the blood-soaked Lee Ran and the Void Spirit Zhou Yan in Lee Sha's forehead.
In this cruel world, to avoid being someone else's domesticated pig or letting others dominate your fate, one must fight hysterically. Only in this way could one forge a sliver of hope for struggle.
Through Lee Sha's experiences, combined with his own insights, Zhou Yan faced the emerging complex memories with a feeling of true return.
Before this, Lee Sha was Lee Sha, and he, Zhou Yan, was Zhou Yan.
