The four Executioners ignored him and just stared fixedly at the Divine Race, continuing to wield their Light Whips, repeating the words "Speak or not" over and over, completely ignoring anything he said.
And this was precisely what Wu Geng had planned, derived from the techniques in his dreams.
When facing this kind of Divine Race, to get truly genuine intel, you must break down their ntal defenses. Under normal circumstances, it’s very challenging to break them down, but these individuals are not ordinary. They are elite rebels, mastering skills that ordinary people do not possess.
The approach is...
Ignore everything he says, simply and directly ask "Speak or not," and then keep whipping, no matter what he says, keep hitting until his defenses break, until his inner being collapses.
After a long while, the Divine Race mber finally couldn’t hold it in any longer; with a sobbing tone, he said, "I’ll speak. I’ll say everything. Just ask whatever you want."
"Stop!"
Wu Geng raised his hand.
Then he showed a solemn expression and said, "The Divine Race is not the sa as mortals; they are beings of faith and pride, so he’s definitely trying to mislead us intentionally. Don’t fall for it."
"dical staff, do so simple treatnt. Don’t kill him. Executioners, take a brief rest. When his injuries recover, continue the whipping. Doing this for three days and nights should solve the issue." Wu Geng said with a smile.
"Three days and nights?!"
The Divine Race mber’s ntality collapsed instantly. He howled in rage, "Just kill ! Just kill ! Is it fun to tornt like this? What on earth do you want? If you have questions, just ask !"
"You want to know about Divine Power, right? I can explain, Divine Power is..."
Several minutes later...
The Divine Race mber finished speaking everything. His injuries had also been healed. He looked at Wu Geng with hope and said, "I’ve said all I should. Shouldn’t you let go? If I die here, you won’t be at ease either. The Divine Race will surely retaliate against you."
"Hmm."
Wu Geng nodded slightly, turned his head, and said, "Look at what he just said, ’The Divine Race will surely retaliate against us.’ His wording is ’surely’ and very assured, so escaping isn’t an option. Hence, I cannot let him go."
The Divine Race mber’s face turned dark, and he suddenly felt all was lost. He said, "Then just kill . You’ve learned all you need, and I’m no longer of use."
"How do I know if you’re lying or not?"
"Hmm?"
"Keep whipping."
"Ah?"
Soon, the intense sounds of whipping resounded, along with the Divine Race mber’s swearing after his defenses broke and his hoarse roars. He struggled frantically but was whipped into utter despair; the mantra-like "Speak or not" also morphed into "Wrong or not."
He did not understand what mistake he made, what was wrong enough to deserve such tornt worse than death.
But as he was beaten, the Divine Race mber’s mindset began to change.
Because as the Lord of Light and Shadow, Ye Mingqiu possessed the Four-star passive [Soul Capturing]. This skill’s passive had a [Spiritual Corruption] effect, which could play a role during admonitions.
And as his followers, they inherited a tiny bit of similar traits, albeit much weaker, requiring multiple people collaborating to achieve a similar weakened effect.
Thus, after one day...
The Divine Race mber knelt on the ground, kowtowing and crying, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have treated you humans like that before. My beliefs and thoughts were wrong. I deserve to die! I deserve to die for committing so many wrongs!"
He kowtowed with great force, even cracking the stones on the ground, leaving traces of blood on his head, with tears and snot flowing uncontrollably. His ntal state seed very unstable.
"Very good, we have successfully converted a Divine Race mber. It seems even the Divine Race is not immune to conversion. We need to learn from this experience to make future combat and liberation easier and smoother! Keep it up! We will inevitably seize victory!"
Wu Geng raised his fist and shouted.
"Victory! Victory! Victory!"
"Victory! Victory! Victory!"
Countless believers followed, shouting together. Their will beca stronger, and their power grew more formidable.
The process of admonition and the successful result could fortify their beliefs. Enhanced belief leads to more solid faith, stronger faith infuses more Power of Faith, and thus their power becos greater.
This is a perfect process.
And such processes continued to unfold worldwide; more and more people joined this great holy war, fighting for faith and liberation, driven by free will, they continued to march forward! March forward! March forward even more!
....
anwhile, other Divine Race mbers rushed to their respective battlefields; dozens of Divine Race individuals were dispatched, given orders of extermination and slaughter.
Under normal circumstances, the Divine Race is not allowed to slaughter humans recklessly because Heaven believes that if human numbers decrease due to them, it might impact the quantity of Blood Stone mining, so Heaven does not allow the Divine Race to kill humans arbitrarily.
However, rules are dead, while the Divine are living beings. Many Divine Race individuals still secretly kill humans, but as long as they don’t overdo it, it won’t cause much of an issue.
But now, they can finally unleash their suppressed desires!
In one night, rivers of blood flowed, and tens of thousands of humans were massacred. Among those people, so were believers, and so were not. But the Divine Race mbers disregarded this; they did what they wanted since many of them just sought to satisfy their desires rather than truly annihilate the rebels.
After all, in their worldview, the Divine Race is eternally invincible, and slacking off a bit is harmless.
On a certain battlefield,
Countless humans fell, their blood and bodies piled up into small hills. The only surviving human was being choked firmly by a Divine, whose cold smirk was utterly disgusting to him.
He fought desperately but to no avail, only to have his neck broken and tossed on the pile of corpses.
From afar, a true believer squad followed the scent of blood. They looked at the massacred villagers, at the river of blood flowing on the ground, at the people by the roadside who’d had crucial body parts severed and were rolling in pain and wailing, and their inner fury brewed continuously, belief burst forth ceaselessly, and power surged forth.
In silence, they approached the Gods without unnecessary words, ford a formation, and charged in a suicidal charge, using their numbers in battle.
New blood was spilled on the battlefield.
The powerful forces of the Divine destroyed them.
But those resolute and extrely cold gazes disturbed him infinitely; those people didn’t seem human, so unlike regular humans.
The rebels were soon slaughtered more than halfway, for their opponent was a God possessing Divine Traits, generally unresistable by Monarchs, even those with Amplified Power of Faith were just slightly stronger toys.
However, the more that Divine Race mber killed, the stronger the remaining humans beca. Battle solidified their belief, making their faith purer.
For they fought for faith!
"Ha!!"
With thunderbolts erupting from the palm of the Divine Race mber, he once again killed a rebel, but his mood was far from good because he realized that the four remaining rebels had all reached Dominator Level strength, even possessing Light and Dark Power, capable of partially immunizing against Divine Traits.
Damn!
What is up with this group of people?
Cursing as he battled, it seed increasingly difficult, and when he killed all but two rebels, those two were now strong enough to completely disregard Divine Traits.
Although those two were exhausted, their eyes flickered with an unyielding light, and the will supported them to continue fighting, launching fierce attacks on the Divine Race mber.
"Bang!!"
The Divine mber once again unleashed thunderbolts, punching through one rebel’s heart, but that one laughed, clinging tightly to the Divine Race mber using his teeth to bite firmly onto his face in utter frenzy.
He struggled madly, trying to shake the rebel off, but it was no use, unable to fling him off quickly, even though the rebel was already dead.
"Fizzle!"
The sound of a blade piercing into the body echoed; the last rebel pierced both the Divine mber and his companion with a Light Saber, his gaze terrifyingly cold.
He watched as the Divine jolted and fell helplessly, then quickly withdrew the Light Saber to make sure the enemy was dead, his cold face devoid of any emotion, simply repeating the action over and over.
Before determining the opponent’s life or death, you mustn’t relax; otherwise, the sacrifice of companions would be in vain.
On my sword hilt...
Are the hands of countless fellow humans! I can feel them, wielding the sword with !
Slash!
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