After calming down for a long time, the King of Black Wind sent away Wuhui and others, leaving him and the Lord of Netherworld alone in the entire tent again.
"As the leader of Tianyi Pavilion, you should respect yourself. Isn't the lesson that arrogant soldiers will be defeated profound enough?"
The Lord of Netherworld slowly shook his head.
He had long warned the Black Wind King that he should be on guard to a certain extent whether he was dealing with Qingfeng Zhenren or Ye Fan.
But this guy just takes his pride as his capital, so it will be ruined now.
"Are you making sarcastic remarks here again? Why don't you think about how to recover the losses now?"
"Recovering losses? It's easy to say. The Tiangong Divine Stone has fallen into the hands of Master Qingfeng. When their super-tech weapons are forged, what will we use as a bargaining chip for victory?"
The Lord of Netherworld also had a solemn face.
Without the support of super-tech weapons, it not only means that the thousands of disciples died unjustly and tragically, but more importantly, the progress of this war will be delayed indefinitely.
The Black Wind King straightened up angrily.
"What's there to worry about? Don't they only have two Storm Swords left? What threat can those two swords pose to us?"
"I've already thought about it, tomorrow I will..."
The Black Wind King stopped abruptly in the middle of his words because there were many noisy sounds coming from outside the big tent.
When the two of them walked out of the camp, they realized that the sound should be coming from Jinghu Villa.
But just when the Black Wind King was about to step forward to listen, the madman with a broken arm quickly stopped him.
"Chief, chief, don't go there, there's nothing there."
"What do you mean there is nothing? Do you think I am deaf? Get out of my way."
The King of Black Wind angrily pushed away the mad demon, his figure rose up in the air, and stared at him coldly, almost sending him away this time!
Because I don’t know when many large speakers were installed on the surface of Jinghu Villa, and murderous and heart-wrenching words came out from the speakers.
"The King of Black Wind really treats his disciples' lives as nothing, treating his disciples as sacrificial objects, just to get the so-called super-tech weapons!"
"It's a pity. It's a pity that those thousands of disciples may not know until their death that they would die so easily, and that they would die at the hands of their own family members!"
"What's even more funny now is that we already have the strength to deal with super-tech weapons. Your wishful thinking has finally come to nothing."
"Thank you to the King of Black Wind. Thank you to the King of Black Wind for taking the lead in getting rid of our opponent. He is really a good friend of ours."
…
What was played repeatedly in the loudspeaker was exactly what Ye Fan told Xuanyuan Yu before leaving, in order to disgust the Black Wind King and damage the morale of the Black Wind King's family.
What's even more terrifying is that the speakers are blessed with spiritual power, and the sound can be transmitted thousands of miles, let alone this small battlefield.
"you……"
After the King of Black Wind, who had just recovered, was stimulated by this, his figure was like a kite with its string broken, and he fell heavily to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
These words had a huge impact on him, but what was even more terrifying was that they had shaken the hearts of all his disciples.
Every disciple, you look at me and I look at you, and you really want to stand up and refute, but this matter is already a done deal and everyone knows it.
When they saw the figures of those rain men before, they knew what these things were.
Master Qingfeng in Jinghu Villa looked at these loudspeakers and listened to these words, and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Are these words really what Ye Fan told you before?"
"This is natural. Brother Ye Fan has worked hard to think about these words!"
"He said that as long as these words are played in a loop every day, the morale over there will naturally be greatly reduced, and the Black Wind King will not launch any major attacks in a short time."
"With this precious time, the Storm Sword will be able to pour energy smoothly."
Xuanyuan Yu responded with a smile. Originally, he was skeptical about Ye Fan's approach, but now who dares to say anything more?
"My previous evaluation of him was indeed correct. That guy is a battlefield troublemaker and a battlefield genius!"
Master Qingfeng held it in for a long time, and could only use these two words that were both complimentary and derogatory to describe Mark.
…
In the Black Wind King's tent, a disciple carefully brought the food into his tent, put it on the table, and hurriedly prepared to leave.
"Stop."
"Chief...what's wrong, chief?"
The disciple's head almost dropped to the ground, and he didn't even dare to look at the Black Wind King.
When they truly knew the cruel methods of the Black Wind King, every disciple was terrified, fearing to make the Black Wind King unhappy and sacrifice themselves.
"What's your expression? Could it be that I will eat you? Are you so afraid?"
The King of Black Wind was furious, and the disciple's expression reminded him all the time that he was an executioner, a killer whose hands were covered with the blood donated by his disciples.
"No, no, don't get me wrong."
"Get out of here! Get out of here!"
The Black Wind King swept all the food to the ground and lay down on his bed powerlessly.
This battle is completely different from what I expected!
After a while, Lord Netherworld walked in, looked at the food scattered on the ground, and shook his head helplessly.
"It's only been a day, and you've already vomited blood twice. I bet you are going to be pissed to death by the other party before you even take action."
"How's the situation outside?"
The King of Black Wind spoke weakly.
The Lord of Netherworld found a stool at random and sat down, with a not very pretty look in his eyes.
"What else can we do? Those words are playing in an endless loop on the opposite side, and all the disciples are acting wisely and protecting themselves."
"Looking at your expression now, it's full of fear. How can we continue to fight this battle?"
The Lord of Netherworld had to admit in his heart that the opponent's move was really disgusting!
Although it does not cause any substantial harm to you, this kind of psychological attack is the most frightening and serious.
"It must be Ye Fan! It must be that bitch Ye Fan again. He definitely came up with this trick!"
The King of Black Wind clenched his fists tightly. He knew without thinking that such a bad idea was created by Ye Fan.
After all, in this ancient world of immortal cultivation, no one except him would do such a mean thing.
Lord Netherworld nodded.
"Maybe, this move has already hit our weak point. This psychological attack has made all the disciples miserable."
