CHAPTER 1047: CHAPTER 1049: PHANTOM HAND

The Talami Desert is an obscure little desert, known only to those within a few miles of its vicinity.

But to the locals, the Talami Desert is truly a death desert.

To accidentally enter the center of the desert basically means an invitation for the whole village to dine at your home.

Therefore, Talami is considered a forbidden land by the locals.

However, at this moment, Talami is filled with a joyous atmosphere.

On a large sand dune at the desert’s center, a sheltered tent has been erected, surrounded by dozens of large ice blocks several meters high, infusing the desert with a refreshing coolness.

The greatest source of this coolness isn’t the ice, but a young man sitting on the ice.

This translucent young man emits an astonishing chill—he is the Ghostly Qin Shuang, whom Wen Wen uses as an air conditioner.

A ghost with the Power of Ice, what else could it possibly do?

The suitable place for a doppelganger ritual is certainly no ordinary location; it is a paradise for some desert monsters.

Giant sandworms over ten meters long, towering scorpions two to three meters high, enormous lizards covered in spikes...

Any random monster here can easily tear apart tigers and leopards.

Yet in front of Wen Wen, these creatures can only survive by acting cute.

The overlord of this place, a towering sand-colored Desert Dragon over ten meters high, lies nearby with its nose and eyes askew, occasionally letting out a groan.

This fool, upon seeing Wen Wen, failed to show the necessary respect and even attempted to attack aggressively.

After being defeated, Wen Wen made it imitate a cat’s meow, but it refused, so it got beaten into that sorry state.

The ritual time is at ten o’clock at night, so Wen Wen is not in a hurry and plans to enjoy this golden sandy beach first.

The rocking chair has retired; Wen Wen now lounges in a high-end leather rocking chair with built-in massage features.

This rocking chair was swiped from the Big Wave Club, along with other high-end furniture, dinnerware, lighting, ornaments, and some unspeakable items, all stored in the Sanctuary.

Wen Wen doesn’t do things without profit, so when he destroyed the Big Wave Club, he thoroughly looted the place first.

Tao Qingqing massages his legs while Wen Wen commands the Sanctuary’s monsters to wreak havoc on the desert’s creatures.

Wen Wen released hundreds of monsters to play freely near the death desert. Most local monsters lack intelligence and attack humans on sight, making them suitable as toys for the Sanctuary’s monsters.

Some capable fighters or those with special abilities are captured for the Sanctuary.

As for the ones too ugly and useless, they’re usually just humanely destroyed.

To the nearby villagers, these creatures are a terrible disaster.

But to these monsters, the Sanctuary’s creatures are the demons that storm into their homeland, slaughtering ruthlessly.

Wen Wen has long prepared all the arrangements needed for the ritual.

In front of the tent is a shiny star-shaped platform, made by having fire attribute monsters burn sand.

Burning the sand requires no technical skill since Wen Wen only needs a solid and stable platform, not sand transformed into glass to sell.

On the platform are huge Runes, made from materials that would bankrupt an average True Order Psychic, with seven corners for placing seven monsters, while Wen Li’s corpse will lie at the center.

Wen Wen has already trained these seven monsters.

The Beast of Revelry, Fiery Monkey, Old White Bear, Hu Youling, and Cauliflower Head Brookley—these five can just be thrown into the field.

The slightly tricky part involves the Mosquito Lady and the Ghost Dragon.

Wen Wen has trapped the Mosquito Lady in a love trap she can’t escape from, instructing Brookley to keep coaxing her.

Once the ritual is over, the Mosquito Lady will lose the emotion of love.

As for the Ghost Dragon, though cowardly, it is still part of the Dragon Clan and doesn’t lack fear to an excessive degree.

So Wen Wen tossed the Ghost Dragon in with several other ferocious monsters, subjected to daily beatings, rendering it with the personality of a chick.

As dusk approaches and ten o’clock nears, Wen Wen steps onto the ritual platform, placing Wen Li’s corpse in the center, and then summons the seven monsters.

As the seven monsters suddenly appear here, their expressions are all slightly off.

The current scenario clearly indicates they are to be used as some sort of ritual sacrifice.

Brookley stands up, trying to reason with Wen Wen.

Wen Wen had mentioned using only the Mosquito Lady in love as material, not him...

Before he could speak, Wen Wen snapped his fingers, rendering them all unable to move even an eyebrow.

Wen Wen didn’t want Brookley revealing the truth; if the Mosquito Lady lost her love, the ritual would be delayed.

After all preparations are complete, Wen Wen takes out a specially made large syringe and painfully draws a vial of blood from his own body.

He injects the blood into Wen Li’s skull, heart, and spinal cord, ensuring this doppelganger absolutely obeys his commands.

The time was approaching ten o’clock, a cool starlight was cascading down from the sky, and beneath the ground, a force was resonating with this starlight.

Wen Wen knew the moment had arrived, so a red orb appeared in his hand out of thin air. As soon as the orb appeared, the surrounding sky was dyed red, and a mad and ominous force spread across half of the death desert.

Fortunately, there were no ordinary people here. Otherwise, within the range of this orb’s power, all ordinary people would have turned into lunatics who only knew how to kill.

Wen Wen shoved the orb into the corpse’s mouth, and a beam of bloody light shot up into the sky, pushing all the surrounding sand away.

If Wen Wen hadn’t constructed this platform, the runes of the ritual would have been destroyed by now.

Wen Wen wasn’t surprised by the startling movements of the corpse and directly placed his hand on the corpse’s forehead, inserting the second life he obtained on Hunter Island into the doppelgänger’s brain.

The rune array also fully activated, and an unusual energy eagerly drilled into the corpse.

As the ritual progressed, the corpse’s face gradually became rosy, and he gradually began to breathe, had a pulse and heartbeat, and his aura quickly grew, reaching a level close to that of Wen Wen.

Soon after, the corpse opened his eyes and looked expressionlessly at Wen Wen.

In his current state, he could only be considered a living puppet.

At this moment, the emotional power of seven monsters also transformed into thin threads that burrowed into the corpse’s brain.

There was gradually color in his gaze, and only now could he be considered a living person.

Wen Wen felt a blood and flesh connection with him, and with a slight thought, he could control the subtle movements of the corpse’s fingers and toes.

This meant the ritual was a success.

Just as Wen Wen was about to remove his hand, he discovered a violent force brewing within the corpse, the power of the Nameless King beginning to spread over the body.

Numerous disgusting hallucinations appeared in Wen Wen’s mind, which he forcibly suppressed with his will, but the corpse began to struggle violently, showing signs of losing control at any moment.

Wen Wen knew success or failure hinged on this moment.

If he could control the corpse and suppress the power of the Nameless King, then this body could be used by him.

If suppression failed, this doppelgänger would be ruined, but at least he could rid himself of the Nameless King’s threat, which wasn’t a loss either.

The pros and cons of this situation had already been explained to Wen Wen by the Man in Black Robe.

Though Wen Wen knew beforehand that suppressing this power would be difficult, he didn’t expect it to be so formidable that even he was almost trapped in it.

Wen Wen overestimated his own abilities; compared to the Nameless King’s contamination, he was still a tier below.

Just as the ritual was about to fail, an unexpected event unfolded before Wen Wen’s eyes.

A head suddenly grew out again at the neck of Wen Li’s corpse, and this head held a sign in its mouth, displaying Wen Li’s face.

"Damn you, Wen Wen, what did you put in my body?"

Wen Li looked at Wen Wen in terror, feeling something very bad occupying his body, something a hundred times more terrifying than frenzy.

"You’re still alive?"

Wen Wen’s surprise was undisguised; Wen Li had been a corpse for so long, and the Black Robe had crushed his soul, how was he still alive?

Although Wen Wen didn’t know how Wen Li was still alive, it was apparent that Wen Li’s state was peculiar, having been contaminated by the power of the Nameless King, with the head trying to break free and escape.

A fierce glint appeared in Wen Wen’s eyes; he couldn’t let Wen Li escape.

But as Wen Wen was conducting the ritual, he couldn’t act himself, so he snapped his fingers with his other hand, releasing the Landas Ghost Shadow to destroy the head.

Unexpectedly, the neck of this head suddenly snapped, and the head quickly ran forward into the open field.

But how far can a single head run, really? It was quickly pinned down by the Landas Ghost Shadow.

Just as Landas Ghost Shadow was about to apply force to completely destroy it, a crack suddenly appeared in the void, and a dark purple phantom hand extended out from it!

This hand didn’t display any overt power, yet made Wen Wen’s heart convulse dramatically.

The hand lightly tapped Landas Ghost Shadow, sending it flying like a cannonball, its body rapidly disintegrating in flight until it shrank to the size of an infant before halting.

Then the hand grabbed Wen Li’s head and tossed it into the rift.

After doing all this, the hand set its sights on Wen Wen, who was in the middle of the ritual, and slowly floated towards him.

Wen Wen’s hair stood on end as he wanted to immediately stop the ritual to focus on dealing with this hand.

But to his astonishment, Wen Wen found he couldn’t move at all.

Just like a high-level predator freezes the prey it stalks, Wen Wen, too, was unable to move.

Although the hand didn’t emit a strong aura, it filled Wen Wen with a sense of life and death crisis.

He knew if this hand struck him, he would surely die, but he couldn’t even enter the Sanctuary right now.

The dark purple hand moved towards Wen Wen, who, facing this sudden, overwhelming threat, had no recourse but to close his eyes.

But at this moment, the mark on Wen Wen’s right hand lit up...