The intelligence of a Life Defying Blood Body wasn't high. It mostly acted on instinct. It couldn't understand Wen Zhixing's thoughts. It just instinctively felt Wen Zhixing was somewhat perverse. It didn't want to cut, but it had no choice. Wen Zhixing's commands could not be defied.
SPLASH!
The blood-red sword passed over Wen Zhixing's right arm. A wound, deep enough to reveal bone, appeared, and a torrent of fresh blood sprayed out. Wen Zhixing's arm trembled, blood flowing down to converge in his palm.
He hesitated no longer. Using his hand as a brush and blood as ink, he drew one mysterious talisman after another on the ground. These talismans seemed chaotic, yet they contained some kind of pattern, as if everything unfolded naturally.
"Continue! Cut me!"
Feeling his wound beginning to heal rapidly and the blood flow lessening, Wen Zhixing had no choice but to speak again.
The Life Defying Blood Body was bewildered.
Keep cutting?
Such a freak.
