But at this point, whether Weimeng advanced or retreated, he was gambling with his life.
Since that was the case, he had nothing left to worry about.
If the Butcher Hunter truly intended to keep throwing obstacles in his way, then Weimeng could only accept his loss.
Sainsai looked at Weimeng, pausing thoughtfully for a moment before raising another question.
"Could it be that all the other clowns besides us have already been dealt with by you?"
Weimeng nodded without hesitation.
"Yeah. The other sixteen clowns are all dead as doornails. Setting aside Dunke, whom we just crippled badly, you're the only Mad Clown still left in this Cube World."
Upon hearing this news from Weimeng, Sainsai showed neither doubt nor hesitation. He merely tilted his head slightly and let out a casual sigh.
"Hah, is that so?"
"Looks like you really are capable. Every one of you is so young and promising."
"Still, being able to free themselves from this world sooner rather than later is a tremendous blessing for them."
"Speaking of which, my name is Sainsai. And what is yours?"
Without changing expression, Weimeng countered, "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Sainsai replied evenly, "Of course not. Today, you are destined to attain liberation."
Weimeng smiled faintly, then began to haggle.
"That doesn't sound like a fair deal. If you want to know my name, shouldn't you at least offer some kind of terms?"
As he spoke, Weimeng shared vision with a distant gray rat through his retina, allowing him to check on his other teammates.
(Good. At most, Firona and Erigat will only need three minutes to get here.)
Sainsai did not react to Weimeng's nonsense. Instead, he raised his head and surveyed the surroundings. Seeing no sign whatsoever of spatial fluctuations, he