A colorful, smoke-spewing serpent undead, which had been swaggering, was suddenly bound by countless chains, rendering it immobile.
Then, sharp blades emerged from these chains and began to spin rapidly, cutting the great serpent into pieces in mere moments.
After dealing with the strongest undead present, Wen Wen scratched his head in confusion.
Aside from its fearsome appearance, where did this great serpent possess the strength to guard such an important pass?
Had the strongest undead been blown up earlier?
Wen Wen glanced back at the fallen Skeletal Mage. That fellow had died like a mere minion, so the guarding general couldn't have been him either.
However, Wen Wen didn't dwell on it, assuming these undead were simply negligent.
After all, expecting the undead to be as cautious and vigilant as living beings for their own safety was too much to ask of them.
Furthermore, Wen Wen had more pressing matters to attend to: Iliat was on the verge of collapse!
Wen Li's strength far exceeded Wen Wen's expectations. Xue Jiu's description of him was not only not exaggerated but was actually somewhat understated!
The gap in their strength was no smaller than that between a typical True Sequence and an Upper Sequence; they were superhumans from completely different realms. If the battle continued, Iliat would undoubtedly be slaughtered. Su Dan Novel Network.
Although capturing Iliat had been simpler than getting a phone with a data plan, Wen Wen wouldn't let Iliat die for nothing, especially since the facility only had one True Sequence.
Therefore, Wen Wen prepared to forcefully pull Iliat back. However, he stopped the moment the thought occurred, as new developments were arising elsewhere.
Since Iliat could still revive four more times, Wen Wen decided to let him observe the situation there for now.
Besides, Wen Wen himself had a problem to deal with.
A man, exceedingly obese, clad in tight red-striped clothing with a green vest over it, emerged from a corner.
This man held a large piece of jerky and looked at Wen Wen with eyes full of fighting spirit.
This man was Wen Li's other right-hand man—the glutton, Yan Chi!
...
Wen Li held a tongue in his hand. Iliat had used this very thing to furiously lick his lips earlier, so Wen Li had removed it.
The cave before him had expanded by more than double its original size. Both the ground and the rock walls were covered in a thin layer of bloody foam, all of which were components of Iliat.
Seconds later, all the bloody foam stirred, eventually condensing back into Iliat's form.
Iliat looked at Wen Li with a pale face. After resurrecting once, he realized just how powerful a monster the man before him was!
Iliat had been hit during the very first energy collision. Afterward, he had been constantly influenced by some strange power, fighting purely on instinct.
As Wen Li himself had said, his battle with Iliat was merely playing around.
"Playing around" didn't mean not fighting with full strength, but rather treating the opponent as a toy, toying with them and enjoying the fight, finally ending the opponent in an extremely brutal manner.
Wen Li's opponents usually fell under the influence of Crimson Power. Even if they sensed something was wrong, they would unconsciously cooperate with Wen Li's games.
Wen Li sneered, "You've revived? And revived so quickly. This must be your Cataclysmic Trait... It seems you'll be a good toy!"
Boom!
With a deafening roar, a spinning meatball slammed into Wen Li from the side of the cave. The meatball struck Wen Li at an extremely high speed, then, carrying Wen Li, it shot directly out of the cave on the other side!
It left a massive tunnel in its path. Iliat hesitated for two seconds before chasing after him through this tunnel.
Firstly, Wen Wen hadn't ordered him to retreat. Secondly, even if he couldn't defeat Wen Li, it would be inexcusable for him to back down after a helper had arrived.
After the meatball stopped, Wen Li flew backward dozens of meters, landing directly on a snowdrift. He stood up from the ground, his hands covered in blood and flesh.
The meatball also stopped spinning. It was a stout man with a fierce expression, holding two butcher knives. It was Sun Shanxing, who had followed them out first.
Spinning at high speed and wielding his butcher knives with extreme velocity was one of Sun Shanxing's regular combat methods. Neither rocks nor metal could withstand him while he spun.
It was precisely because of these high-speed, powerful slashes that Sun Shanxing's enemies rarely left his vicinity intact.
However, Wen Li, before him, only had injuries on his hands. This meant Wen Li had caught every single one of his attacks with his hands when he charged out.
Wen Li licked the wounds on his hands, savoring the taste of his own blood with relish.
His wounds would heal soon, so if he didn't taste them now, he wouldn't get another chance.
He smiled as he looked at Sun Shanxing and said, "Hoo... Judging by your abilities and appearance, you must be Sun Shanxing, the person in charge of the Hunter Association. You're a bit stronger than I imagined."
"You know me?"
Sun Shanxing was taken aback. Wen Li's appearance suggested he had received his information beforehand. Could there be a mole in the association?
"I know much more, but before that, please die!"
Scarlet energy erupted from Wen Li, dyeing everything around him red. The solidified berserk aura writhed on his body like hair, appearing exceptionally bizarre and terrifying.
"I originally planned to turn you into hot pot slices, but now it seems turning you into dumpling filling would be safer!"
Sun Shanxing sneered. His body spun rapidly, his figure creating multiple afterimages as he moved at high speed. Every second, Wen Li could potentially face attacks from several directions with the butcher knives.
But Wen Li's expression was calm. The bloody energy dyed his entire claws red, making these hands extremely hardened. He then proceeded to block every single one of Sun Shanxing's attacks!
Wen Li's effortless handling of the attacks made Sun Shanxing's heart sink. He had never seen a True Sequence capable of so calmly blocking his attacks.
However, as the Vice President of the Hunter Association, he was not to be trifled with!
A glint flashed in Sun Shanxing's eyes. White smoke emanated from his body, and his speed suddenly increased several times, with his strength at least doubling.
Sun Shanxing in his normal state was already terrifying. Even formidable True Sequence powerhouses would struggle to track his movements, and his relentless attacks were difficult to block by most means.
But Sun Shanxing now was like he had activated a cheat code. Wen Li's hands instantly turned into bare white bones.
Wen Li was startled and immediately shouted. The Crimson Power on his body transformed into a four-legged evil dragon, biting the rapidly spinning meatball and flying into the air. However, before the dragon's hind legs could even lift off, they were shredded into energy fragments by the dense blades.
However, this energy dragon did manage to buy Wen Li some time. He rapidly retreated, preparing to use ranged attacks to keep Sun Shanxing at bay. Engaging in close-quarters combat with a superpower user of this caliber was simply courting death.
But just as Wen Li retreated dozens of meters, he felt a sharp sting. Iliat's claw had raked across his shoulder. True Sequence-level blood poison was injected into his body, instantly making his movements sluggish.
"Get... away from me!"
Countless red energy chains erupted from Wen Li's body and began to spin rapidly, cutting everything around them into pieces. This temporarily prevented both Wen Li and Sun Shanxing from getting close to him.
This was one of Wen Li's hidden trump cards. A portion of the facility's power still resided within him. Although it could no longer form solid chains, it remained astonishingly lethal.
Wen Li panted heavily and said, "Meeting you was an accident. I never expected to encounter such a strong individual like you here."
"You've achieved what you have at the True Sequence realm, which indicates you possess the potential to become a god. However, you cannot break through in this world. Pledge your allegiance to me, and I can take you to the inner world, allowing you to become a Star Realm God within a year!"
Sun Shanxing spat, "Bah! Nonsense. You and your whole family can become gods."
"It's enough if I become a god. My whole family becoming gods is unnecessary..."
Then Wen Li realized that this was not a compliment. He paused and said to Sun Shanxing, "Isn't becoming a god good? Reaching a higher level of existence, standing above all beings..."
Sun Shanxing's expression turned cold, but his plump face couldn't maintain seriousness. "That's your path, not the path of us demon hunters. And only dead monsters are good monsters!"
With that, Sun Shanxing's physique thinned slightly, and he rapidly attacked Wen Li again. Iliat, meanwhile, sneakily looked for opportunities to launch surprise attacks.
If it were just Sun Shanxing and Iliat, Wen Li, relying on his own formidable strength and those chains, would still have a chance to fight to a draw, or even win.
However, the Hunter Association had far more than just these two True Sequences!
A golden Buddha statue, dozens of meters tall, radiating immense rage, ignored all chains and charged directly at Wen Li. Its immense power directly sent Wen Li flying out of the protection of the chains.
The menacing chains only left shallow marks on the massive Buddha statue.
This Buddha statue was, of course, Grandmaster Braruraba. He was the strongest practitioner of the ascetic sect of the Mingwang Esoteric Buddhism.
His Cataclysmic Trait was very simple: upon activation, his body transformed into a fifty-meter-tall giant Buddha statue, and simultaneously, this giant Buddha statue was... invincible!
The so-called invincible didn't mean he could kill anyone he pleased.
Instead, upon activating his trait, his body could not be destroyed, and his spirit could not be shaken. In other words, while the ability was active, no one could kill him!
Because this ability was too powerful, its duration was not long; it could only be used for three hundred and sixty-five minutes per year. If it ran out early, he would have to wait until the next year to recover it.
However, in battles where victory or defeat could be decided in mere seconds, three hundred and sixty-five minutes was outrageously long.
Wen Li, having been sent flying, had not yet stopped moving when a man with a gritty, hard-boiled art style appeared behind him. He clenched his fist and struck Wen Li directly on the right side of his back!
As the fist landed, Wen Li's body only paused for a moment. But then, seven more attacks precisely hit the same spot.
The terrifying power tore through Wen Li's formidable body. After eight attacks, Wen Li's right side had been pulverized into powder by the force of the punches.
Had there not been some flesh and skin still connected on the left side, this single punch would have split Wen Li into two halves.