Death isn't so bad.
Living without memory is too painful.
Don't even know who I am.
But trying to kill me will come at a cost.
Small Knife moved, determinedly thrusting a fist forward.
But it was too late, immediately.
Under the Mountain-Breaking Strike, half the head and body shattered.
This time, there's no coming back.
The spontaneously protective Guardians sighed.
More so with envy, wishing they could die in such combat; it would be the best end.
They sighed, not for the opponent's death,
but because this young one truly was a Demon, finally breaking through the foolish Mountain-Breaking Strike's Martial Arts Consciousness; if Undying, he would surely rise again.
But alas, there is no more chance.
However!
At this level of death, normally a Spiritual Object indeed cannot heal.
But it doesn't include the Sixth Realm.
For this plan to spend a cycle of sixty years, in a trial of memory suppression,
