As he spoke, the Diviner walked closer to Yu Beidou.
"Ah, wait!" Yu Beidou said.
"Does Martial Uncle have something else to say?" The Diviner halted and asked softly.
It was not that he wished to give the other man too much time. Rather, he knew that the longer the Blood Demon and Yu Beidou remained in their current states, the deeper their entanglement would become, and the less able Yu Beidou would be to free his hands.
Though victory was already securely in his grasp, there was no harm in waiting a little longer—for one more measure of certainty.
After all, his opponent was Yu Beidou, a man of unfathomable might.
Even though he understood the terror at the Blood Demon's source, and knew that Yu Beidou, seemingly seated motionlessly, was locked in a desperate struggle with the Blood Demon, he still did not dare to be certain that Yu Beidou truly had no trump card left.
Could the "Divination of Half a Life" truly be so simple?
At a moment like this, he could not rashly charge in.
"If you wanted to know something, you could just ask your Martial Uncle. Why make it so bloody?" Though Yu Beidou stared at Liu Huai on the ground, he smiled. "Righteousness looks like your Martial Uncle. As for its color—it's red."
"Is that so?" The Diviner smiled. "I don't believe you. Martial Uncle has always been good at deceiving people. I must see it with my own eyes!"
"Don't argue with your Martial Uncle." Yu Beidou said, "To tell you the truth, your Martial Uncle has another helper here. Take a close look at this Blood Demon—is it not still missing a portion of Life Blood? Your Martial Uncle's helper has already gone to grind it out of existence and