As Wen Wen's body was increasingly controlled, Wen Li also gained control of his right hand. Corrupting power surged into his palm, but with a flash of silver moonlight, the corrupting force on his right hand vanished instantly.
Then, a small silver hand emerged from the right hand and burrowed into Wen Wen's body, directly piercing the depths of his soul.
However, that small silver hand did not act immediately. It possessed only one strike's worth of power. If Wen Wen were not truly at the brink of death, it would not have acted rashly.
Wen Wen landed at the entrance of the Black Stone Palace, gasping for breath.
The palace was pitch black, and the candles within were not lit. It was clear that the master of the facility did not wish to see Wen Wen this time.
After their last conversation, the master of the facility had explicitly stated that their next meeting would be a long, long time from now, perhaps when Wen Wen could already stand on his own.
In the eyes of powerful beings who were at least at the Heavenly God level in the past, standing on one's own meant reaching the Cataclysm stage at the very least.
Therefore, Wen Wen was not primarily here to seek help from the master of the facility. If the master could intervene, that would be best, but if not, Wen Wen intended to unleash a trump card here.
That trump card was the red orb the master of the facility had given Wen Wen during their last meeting. Within that orb resided Wen Wen's original power, a complete and utterly extraordinary remnant spirit of a powerful being.
This remnant spirit hailed from the singer in the nameless king's palace and carried contamination from the nameless king. Only by releasing this remnant spirit here could Wen Wen have even a slight chance of not being tainted by the corruption. Sultan Novels.
This action carried immense risk, but it would certainly make Wen Li suffer greatly. Wen Wen would rather be contaminated and die than allow Wen Li to take over his body.
He quickly walked to the side of the black throne and called out softly a few times, but the throne remained completely unresponsive.
With a gritted determination, Wen Wen summoned a red orb into his hand. This orb had always been within Wen Wen's soul, so even in his current state, he could retrieve it at any time.
Feeling the chaotic and terrifying power in his hand, Wen Wen's arm trembled unnaturally. If this power were within a monster, while it would be incredibly troublesome, Wen Wen would not have been afraid.
But if it were to erupt here, Wen Wen was certain it could kill Wen Li, but he was unsure if he himself could withstand it afterward.
Just then, Wen Li's taunts echoed from outside. Wen Wen knew he had nowhere left to hide, so he sighed and walked to the side of the throne.
He planned to defiantly sit on this throne when Wen Li entered, mimicking the master of the facility's posture, toying with the red orb in his hand, as arrogant as possible.
Such a show-off move might have no practical significance, but it was at least incredibly cool.
And perhaps the 'singer' within the orb would not dare to approach this throne?
Before Wen Wen could even sit down, he heard Wen Li say, "But no matter which choice you make, relying on the entity within to save you is the height of foolishness!"
Then, a foot appeared behind Wen Wen, kicking him down from the steps leading to the throne.
After being kicked, Wen Wen not only didn't get angry but instead put the orb away, walked up the steps with a submissive expression, standing beside the throne and smiling like a contented hen.
The big boss had intervened. This wave was stable. He just needed to be a bystander who cheered.
As for being kicked, it was not a big deal at all. Wen Wen preferred to call it a "small punishment of concern."
Furthermore, honestly speaking, Wen Wen's desire to sit on the chair and show off was partly to annoy the master of the facility and make him appear.
The black-robed figure sighed. He hadn't wanted to emerge, as he had detected the power left by the Moon God probing the depths of Wen Wen's soul.
Since Wen Wen was definitely not in trouble, he didn't want to expose himself to the Moon God's power, so he remained silent.
But the guy outside saying that relying on him to save Wen Wen was utterly foolish was a bit too much.
However, Wen Li's words were not finished: "Like you, I have complete dominion here. So, your thought of defeating me by borrowing the power center is nothing but a pipe dream."
"As for the remnant spirit of a powerful being… if your remnant spirit still retains consciousness, it means you are too weak and deserve to be replaced by me."
"And another, a mere husk clinging to existence with no energy left, what qualifications does it have to deal with me?"
Wen Wen heard a heavy breath and secretly glanced at the black-robed figure, noticing he had changed his posture.
He knew Wen Li wouldn't say anything pleasant, but he hadn't expected Wen Li to be so cooperative, practically a master of courting death.
If the black-robed figure had a chance to remain a spectator before, now it was certainly impossible.
After saying these words, Wen Li walked up to Wen Wen and the black-robed figure. Seeing Wen Wen's respectful demeanor towards the black-robed figure, he was stunned for a moment.
Wen Li pointed at the black-robed figure and said, "You're not foolish enough to rely on a remnant spirit to deal with me, are you?"
Wen Wen didn't reply, merely smiling and standing beside the black-robed figure, quietly acting as a handsome man with small eyes.
Wen Li's performance was excellent, so he just needed to watch.
The black-robed figure leaned forward and asked Wen Li curiously, "You say I am a worthless husk clinging to existence?"
"If you are his source of power…"
Wen Li's brow furrowed. He sensed something was amiss. This residual spirit was too defiant, showing no awareness of being a "husk."
Under normal circumstances, only a remnant spirit of a powerful being could appear in Wen Wen's consciousness, and this remnant spirit could not possibly still retain power.
But since Wen Wen considered this black-robed figure his trump card, Wen Li wouldn't be careless. However, making him act respectfully was out of the question.
"Who exactly are you? Putting on a show won't scare me. To put it bluntly…"
"You've already said the blunt part. Now I want to hear the pleasant part."
A blood-red aura erupted from Wen Li. This aura could drive anyone to madness. This was Wen Li's body, and as long as no expert above the Cataclysm level interfered, Wen Li was invincible here!
The black-robed figure showed no surprise at Wen Li's appearance.
He was very familiar with Wen Li's wild aura and personality, as he was the one who had separated Wen Li in the first place.
Wen Wen's original personality was a ticking time bomb. By separating Wen Li, he had gained the right to be the master of the facility.
And it was the same now. He would not stand by and watch Wen Li occupy Wen Wen's body and ruin his own thousand-year wait.
Thus, the black-robed figure extended his hand and pushed towards Wen Li, causing Wen Li's body to disintegrate.