Wen Wen retreated two steps, looking at the Blood Handprint Monster with a grave expression.
The Blood Handprint Monster also stopped its attack, looking at Wen Wen and exclaiming, "As expected of Lord Wen Li's other half, to gain such immense power in such a short time."
"It sounds like you left for a very long time?"
"Of course!"
The Blood Handprint Monster's expression turned strange. It pointed in a certain direction and said, with a hint of bewilderment, "That red moon is called the Star of Ill Omen. There are no living beings there, no day or night, no changing seasons, not even consistent time. There is only endless slaughter and death!"
"Do you know how long we fought on the Star of Ill Omen without rest to gain this kind of power?"
"Ninety-one years!"
Wen Wen's gaze shifted slightly. Was that the power of the Supreme Ruler? Only a little over a year had passed in the outside world, yet ninety-one years had gone by in that place.
"Constantly dying, then constantly reviving, that place is more terrifying than hell."
"We were supposed to keep fighting there until we lost our sense of self and became one of the cornerstones of that world's existence."
"But Lord Wen Li received the recognition of a Heavenly God under the Lord of the Dead Void, gaining the chance to return to the original world and become a god!"
"You, a superpowered being confined to a small world, probably don't even know what a Heavenly God is!"
"But it doesn't matter. As long as Lord Wen Li transcends the boundaries of life and becomes a Star Realm God, we won't have to return to that place!"
The Blood Handprint Monster's eyes held a nearly fanatical obsession. All the high-level undead in the dim domain would likely be willing to give up everything to help Wen Li finally cross that threshold.
However, Wen Wen's biggest worry was that mysterious Heavenly God. After all, even the master of the facility had specifically told Wen Wen never to provoke a Heavenly God!
The Blood Handprint Monster opened its hand and tore open its clothes. On its chest was clearly inscribed a blood-red number: ninety-one.
"After breaking free from those ninety-one years, Lord Wen Li bestowed upon me a new name: Blood Futu."
"But I don't wish to use that name for now. Until I help Lord Wen Li achieve godhood, I will call myself Blood Ninety-One, so as not to return to those ninety-one years!"
Wen Wen's expression was strange. Earlier, he had obtained many magical little websites from Ding Mingguang.
One of them was quite famous, and the people who were prominent on that website liked to call themselves "XX Ninety-One"...
So this Blood Ninety-One...
Wen Wen coughed twice and said, "Then you might have to keep calling yourself Blood Ninety-One from now on. I'll introduce you to others then..."
"Don't try to play words with me!"
The Blood Handprint Monster pointed at Wen Wen and said menacingly, "You only have two choices before you. The first is to give up resistance and come with me to see Lord Wen Li. With you, Lord Wen Li will be complete, and his chances of advancement will be greater."
"You can also choose to resist, in which case I will kill you. Although the effect will be somewhat diminished, if only one Lord Wen Li remains in this world, it will also reduce an obstacle."
"How do you choose?"
Wen Wen rolled his eyes. "Of course, I choose to take you down, and then take down Wen Li."
Blood Ninety-One's expression turned grim. "Then die."
As soon as the words fell, the fierce battle resumed, shaking the heavens and earth from the outset.
Neither of them were people who liked to waste words. The reason they chatted for so long had its own agenda.
Wen Wen himself had suffered a minor injury, and he genuinely wanted to obtain more information from Blood Ninety-One.
As for Blood Ninety-One talking so much with Wen Wen, it was certainly not to resolve Wen Wen's doubts, but to heal the wounds inflicted by Wen Wen earlier, and to take the opportunity to plant more blood handprints around Wen Wen.
Planting blood handprints from a distance, though only two could be placed at a time, could exist indefinitely once planted.
The long conversation with Wen Wen was enough for Blood Ninety-One to set up a Shura field around Wen Wen.
Dozens of blood-red palm prints lit up. Even Wen Wen couldn't deal with so many simultaneously, but Wen Wen was not afraid at all, and even the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.
Blood Ninety-One's gaze sharpened. He saw a black sewing needle fly into Wen Wen's hand.
"This is the Flesh Sewing Needle of the Cutter Artisan... it fell into your hands. Did you retreat all the way here for this?"
As soon as Blood Ninety-One spoke, the blood handprints that had already lit up one by one disappeared. Black threads continuously rose from the ground, churning those blood handprints into a mess, and then his vision was filled with black threads!
In the previous battle, Wen Wen had indeed been retreating, but he had actually been adjusting his direction. After fighting all the way, he had arrived at the small mountain gully where Wen Wen had previously spoken with Wu Liugen and the others.
When Chu Wei's bomb exploded, Wen Wen was the first to charge out. However, as he charged out, no one noticed that a sewing needle had fallen from Wen Wen's hand.
At that time, Wen Wen already suspected Blood Ninety-One's identity, so just in case, he had modified this place to make it his home ground.
If the person in the withered forest was not Blood Ninety-One, then this arrangement would naturally have no effect. But if it was indeed Blood Ninety-One, then this idle move could play a crucial role!
These black threads quickly gathered around Blood Ninety-One, slicing at him rapidly. Although Blood Ninety-One was a powerful True Sequence Undead, once he fell into a trap, it was difficult to break free for a moment.
Seizing the opportunity, Wen Wen wasted no words. He drew the Blood River Sword, a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, and then black sword light began to condense on the sword.
He intended to unleash the Heart Mind Divine Sword to weaken Blood Ninety-One to a certain extent.
Then, he would send out the Alms Bowl of Forgiveness to capture Blood Ninety-One and bring him to the containment facility!
This time, Wen Wen would not let Blood Ninety-One die, because he wanted to obtain the information he desired from Blood Ninety-One's mouth.
The sword energy condensed instantly. The Heart Mind Divine Sword was swung directly, and the world seemed to be reduced to black and white. The sharp sword light pointed straight at Blood Ninety-One.
But Wen Wen had a fallback, did Blood Ninety-One not?
Behind him, a red moon suddenly rose, and then countless blood-red palm prints quickly appeared on the ground!
Even though Wen Wen's lines were constantly floating on the ground, these blood-red palm prints still existed and were not affected in any way.
Countless blood-red palms rose from the ground, blocking the sword light. They were cut down one by one but still rushed forward to block in front of Blood Ninety-One.
Finally, the Heart Mind Divine Sword was exhausted, only leaving a deep wound between Blood Ninety-One's chest and abdomen.