The Strongest Evil!

In the days that followed, Anne found herself drawn back to demon like clockwork, visiting the rocky hill every two weeks. Her excuse was simple, she claimed that the immense pressure radiating from the great demon made for excellent training, helping her push her limits. But in truth, her visits were about more than just practice. There was something about the silent, brooding demon that intrigued her, something she couldn't quite explain.

The demon, still as stone, never moved from his boulder. His gaze remained fixed on the moon, as if it were the only thing in the universe that mattered. He didn't care what Anne did in the rocky hill, allowing her to come and go as she pleased without a word.

One afternoon, as she leaned against the stone wall next to him, taking a short nap, a sudden idea sprang into Anne's mind. She shot upright, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Don't you think this place is a bit too monotonous?" she asked, looking up at the demon, who of course, didn't respond. Inside Luanshigang, there was no wind, no sunlight, just the eerie light of the gray moon and endless barren stone. It was a lifeless place, one that felt frozen in time.

The demon, as usual, ignored her question, his expression unmoving.

But Anne wasn't one to give up so easily. With a mischievous grin, she jumped down from the boulder, her movements full of energy, and disappeared toward the edge of the hill.

After a short while, she returned, her face glowing with excitement. With a wave of her hand, shimmering lights shot from her fingers, spreading in every direction across the rocky terrain. Tiny sparks danced in the air, and soon, vibrant patches of green began to sprout from the cracks in the stone. Flowers bloomed, shrubs emerged, and before long, the entire barren landscape was transformed. What was once cold and desolate became a lush, green paradise.

For the first time, the great demon stirred. He slowly turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto Anne. "What's the point of all this?" he asked, his voice deep, almost puzzled.

Anne looked back at him, her smile wide and carefree. "There is no point," she said with a shrug, "but I like it."

The demon stared at her for a moment, then turned his attention back to the ever-present gray moon. "It's up to you," he muttered, indifferent once more, as though the change meant nothing to him.

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A few weeks later, as Anne sat in the freshly grown grass, admiring her handiwork, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the rocky hill. Several figures, dressed in lavish clothing and exuding an air of superiority, made their way toward the demon. The leader, a tall man with a sharp, arrogant sneer, stopped and surveyed the now-green hilltop with disdain.

"Well, well," the man sneered, looking around at the transformed landscape. "Isn't this a pleasant surprise? The mighty demon living in a human paradise. How quaint." He scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're a demon, yet here you are, pretending to be human. How pathetic."

The great demon barely acknowledged their arrival. He glanced at the group with mild disinterest, his voice as calm as ever. "It's you again," he said, his tone flat. "If you're here for a fight, then hurry up and be done with it."

The man's smile faltered for a moment, and he exchanged uneasy glances with his companions. They had come expecting something different, a vicious monster, not this serene, almost indifferent creature.

But as they stood there, surrounded by the green that Anne had brought to the barren hill, the contrast between the demon they had imagined and the one before them became undeniable. Something had changed in this place, something they couldn't quite grasp.

These men were not ordinary fighters. Each possessed the power of upper-grade A-level, making them the elite of the Tiandao Alliance, an organization formed by the most powerful sects of the human race. Their aura alone was enough to intimidate anyone in their presence, but the demon remained indifferent, still sitting atop the boulder, his gaze unshaken.

The leader of the group smirked, but his expression quickly turned dark and menacing. "Do we need a beast like you to remind us of what to do?" His voice was cold, dripping with disdain. With a sharp wave of his hand, he barked, "Formation! Attack!"

Immediately, the others responded, and a colossal formation descended from the sky. Its power was immense, swirling with energy, and it encapsulated the entire rocky hill with the demon at its center. The pressure of the formation pressed the demon's massive body into the ground, the weight of it crushing everything in its path. The once-vibrant greenery that Anne had lovingly brought to life was obliterated in an instant, turning the hill back into a barren wasteland of stone and dust.

Spells and magic weapons rained down relentlessly on the demon, like an unending storm of destruction. The combined might of the human warriors tore the rocky hill apart, the ground shaking with each blast. But despite the overwhelming power of their assault, the demon neither moved nor defended himself. He simply allowed his body to absorb the full brunt of their attacks, his dark wings folding around him as if shielding something deeper within.

For three days and three nights, the relentless barrage continued. The sky above darkened with the fury of magic, and the ground below became a battlefield of shattered stone and crumbled earth. The once formidable hill was nothing more than a broken landscape by the time the attack ended.

The warriors, exhausted and gasping for breath, stood over the demon, who now lay battered and seemingly broken, his body scarred and torn from the onslaught. The leader of the group sneered, spitting onto the demon's limp form. "Let's go," he muttered, gesturing for the others to follow him.

Though their pride prevented them from admitting it, they all knew the truth. No matter how much damage they inflicted on the demon, they lacked the power to truly kill him. The great demon was immortal, beyond their reach. Their only goal had been to wound him, to weaken him enough to prevent him from leaving the rocky hill. By doing so, they could return to their people with tales of slaying the great demon, parading themselves as heroes of justice.

The leader's eyes gleamed with self-righteousness. He would use this battle to elevate his own status, basking in the admiration of those who believed in his fabricated victory. And in doing so, he would continue to keep the demon trapped here, bound to this forsaken place.

As the last of them departed, the demon sighed softly. Slowly, he flexed his fingers, then gripped the ground beneath him. With a few powerful tugs, he tore the formation apart, shredding it like paper. The oppressive energy faded instantly. Demonic energy coursed through his body, and the injuries that had once marred his form healed within moments, his strength returning as if the battle had never happened.

He stood up, glancing at the empty horizon where the human warriors had vanished. A quiet sadness filled his eyes as he whispered to himself, "The only true flaw of humanity is that the evil in your hearts is greater than anything else in this world. And you... you haven't even realized it yet."

He turned his gaze back to the gray moon, his eternal companion, as the quiet of the rocky hill returned once more.