Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 833 - 823 Blood 91

Chapter 833: Chapter 823 Blood 91

Wen Wen took two steps back, his expression grave as he looked at the Blood Handprint Monster.

The Blood Handprint Monster also halted its attack and looked at Wen Wen with admiration, saying, "As expected of Lord Wen Li’s other half, to have gained such immense power in such a short time."

"It sounds like you’ve been away for a long time?"

"Of course!"

The Blood Handprint Monster’s expression turned peculiar as it pointed in a certain direction, its expression slightly dazed, "That Red Moon, known as the Death Omen Star, is a place where there is no living creature, no day and night, no changing seasons, even time is chaotic, with nothing but endless slaughter and death!"

"Do you know how long we fought tirelessly on the Death Omen Star to gain such power?"

"Ninety-one years!"

Wen Wen’s gaze shifted slightly, was that the power of the Supreme Overlord? Only a little over a year had passed outside, yet ninety-one years had already gone by in that place.

"Dying continuously and resurrecting continuously, it’s a place more terrifying than Hell."

"Originally, we were to continue fighting there until we lost self-awareness and became one of the cornerstones of that world."

"But Lord Wen Li was recognized by a certain heavenly god under the Master of Dead Silence and Empty Underworld and received the chance to return to the original world to become a god!"

"You, a superpower user confined to this small world, probably don’t even know what a heavenly god is!"

"But it doesn’t matter, as long as Lord Wen Li crosses the limit of life and becomes a Star Realm God, we won’t have to return to that place anymore!"

The Blood Handprint Monster’s eyes were filled with a near-mad obsession, in the Dim Domain, I’m afraid all high-level undead would be willing to sacrifice anything to let Wen Li finally cross that boundary.

But what Wen Wen was most worried about was that mysterious heavenly god; after all, even the Sanctuary’s master had specifically instructed Wen Wen to never provoke a heavenly god!

The Blood Handprint Monster spread its hand and tore open its clothes, revealing the number on its chest, carved in blood-red figures: ninety-one.

"After leaving that ninety-one years behind, Lord Wen Li gave me a new name, Blood Tower."

"But I temporarily don’t want to use that name; until I help Lord Wen Li become a god, I will be called Xue Jiuyi, to not dread returning to those ninety-one years again!"

Wen Wen’s expression turned peculiar, back then he had obtained a lot of magical websites from Ding Mingguang.

One of the fairly famous websites there had well-known people who liked to call themselves something-something ninety-one...

So this Xue Jiuyi...

Wen Wen coughed twice and said, "Then you might have to keep being called Xue Jiuyi, and when the time comes, I’ll introduce you to others..."

"Stop playing games with me!"

The Blood Handprint Monster pointed at Wen Wen with a grimace, "There are only two choices in front of you. The first is to give up resisting and come with me to see Lord Wen Li. With you, Lord Wen Li will be complete, increasing the chance of his successful promotion."

"Or you can choose to resist, in which case I will kill you, and although it will be less effective, there will also be one less obstacle in the world once only Lord Wen Li is left."

"How do you want to choose?"

Wen Wen rolled his eyes and said, "Of course, I choose to knock you down, then go and knock down Wen Li."

Xue Jiuyi’s expression turned sinister, "Then go to hell."

As soon as those words fell, the intense battle resumed, shaking the sky and the earth.

Neither of them was the type to waste words, and they both had their own plans for talking for so long.

Wen Wen himself had sustained some minor injuries, and he did indeed want to gain more intelligence from Xue Jiuyi.

And Xue Jiuyi talked so much to Wen Wen not to solve his doubts, but to heal the wounds inflicted by Wen Wen earlier, and also to take the opportunity to lay more Blood Handprints around Wen Wen.

Laying Blood Handprints remotely, although two can be placed at a time, the Blood Handprints laid down can remain indefinitely.

The long conversation with Wen Wen was enough for Xue Jiuyi to set up a Slaughterhouse around him.

Dozens of blood-colored palm prints lit up, and even Wen Wen couldn’t handle so many at once, yet Wen Wen didn’t seem afraid at all, even a smile curved on his lips.

Xue Jiuyi’s gaze tightened as he saw a black sewing needle fly into Wen Wen’s hand.

"That’s the tailor craftsman’s Flesh Sewing Needle... it ended up in your hands; you retreated all the way to this place on purpose?"

As soon as Xue Jiuyi spoke, all the Blood Handprints that had lit up vanished one by one, and black lines continuously rose from the ground, tearing the Blood Handprints to shreds, and his vision was filled with black threads!

In the previous battle, Wen Wen had indeed been retreating, but he was actually adjusting his direction all along, fighting all the way to the little valley where he had conversed with Wu Liugen and the others.

When Chu Wei’s bomb exploded, Wen Wen was the first to rush out; however, in his rush, nobody noticed a sewing needle drop from Wen Wen’s hand.

At that time, Wen Wen had some suspicions about Xue Jiuyi’s identity, so just in case, he transformed this place into his home ground.

If it wasn’t Xue Jiuyi in the Withered Wood Forest, then this setup would naturally have no effect; but if it really was Xue Jiuyi, then this idle move could have a major impact!

These black threads quickly gathered around Xue Jiuyi, swiftly cutting across his body. Although Xue Jiuyi was a powerful True Order Undead, falling into a trap made it difficult to escape temporarily.

Seize the chance to strike when he’s down; Wen Wen didn’t bother with banter, directly drawing the Blood River Sword, a hint of scarlet flashed in his eyes, and the black sword light began to condense on the blade.

He intended to unleash the Sword of Intent to weaken Xue Jiuyi to a certain degree.

Then deploy the Bowl of Forgiveness, capturing Xue Jiuyi into the Sanctuary!

This time, Wen Wen wouldn’t let Xue Jiuyi die, because he sought intelligence from Xue Jiuyi’s mouth.

The Sword Qi was instantly ready, the Sword of Intent swung out, leaving only black and white in the world, and the sharp sword light darted straight at Xue Jiuyi.

But if Wen Wen had a backup plan, wouldn’t Xue Jiuyi have one too?

Behind him, suddenly a Red Moon rose up, and countless blood-colored palm prints quickly emerged from the ground!

Even though Wen Wen’s threads were floating on the ground, these blood-colored palm prints still remained, unaffected.

Countless blood-colored hands rose from the ground, blocking the sword light, being severed one by one, yet still charging forward one after another, shielding Xue Jiuyi.

In the end, the Sword of Intent finally exhausted its power, leaving a deep wound on Xue Jiuyi’s chest and abdomen.