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Inside the tent, the soldiers under Chen Xiang were working frantically to fix the static issue with the radio. Tension and anxiety were etched on everyone's faces, as they understood that communication was crucial for the outcome of the battle.
Master Han and Chen Yao stood nearby, their brows furrowed. A flicker of concern crossed Master Han's eyes as his Spiritual Energy sharply detected some unusual fluctuations.
"This static is strange; it doesn't seem like ordinary interference..." Master Han murmured, his gaze filled with vigilance.
Several other cultivators also seemed to sense something amiss, their expressions turning unusually serious. Suddenly, one of them knelt on one knee, a look of pain on his face. "This fluctuation... it's wrong!"
"No! They aren't just interfering with communications..." Master Han exclaimed in shock, his complexion paling. "Someone is forcefully using dark Spiritual Energy to breach our channels!"
In the next moment, a deep, resonant voice emanated from the radio, sending chills down everyone's spines. "Hello! Chickens of Southern Capital... how are you?"
The voice dripped with mockery and malice, instantly sending a shiver through everyone in the tent. The soldiers halted their actions, staring blankly at the radio, their faces filled with terror and confusion.
"What is going on?" Commander Chen Xiang shouted angrily, trying to mask his inner unease. "Quick, find the source!"
Master Han's expression darkened as he took a deep breath to steady himself. "This dark Spiritual Energy is very powerful; it's an advanced technique for Spiritual Energy intrusion. They are trying to cut off our communications while applying psychological pressure."
"Damn demon clan, what do they want?" Chen Yao gritted his teeth, gripping his dagger tightly, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
The atmosphere in the tent grew even tenser as everyone prepared for the impending action. The soldiers quickly armed themselves while the cultivators gathered together, ready to respond to any potential combat.
"Hello! Chickens of Southern Capital... why aren't you speaking?" The deep voice echoed again from the radio, thick with sarcasm and provocation.
As that low, resonant voice came through the radio, Master Han's brow furrowed deeper, his expression growing more serious. He muttered to himself, "It can't be wrong... this voice... it's Feng Tianlong from the Black Dragon Gang!"
As soon as Master Han finished speaking, the voice returned from the radio, laden with mockery and evil: "Hello! Everyone in Southern Capital, how are you? That was just a little warning... soon you'll know the true power of the demon clan. Now, I give you two choices: join us... or face death! Become part of our cultivation!"
Feng Tianlong's laughter slithered through the tent like a venomous snake, sending chills through everyone present. The soldiers stopped their actions, their faces marked by fear and anger. The cultivators also displayed astonishment and indignation; the atmosphere became exceptionally tense.
Feng Tianlong's voice echoed once more from the radio, thick with sarcasm and provocation: "Chickens of Southern Capital, do you think you can withstand us? Hahaha... your efforts will be in vain."
Li Ming clenched his fists tightly, anger flashing in his eyes. "We will defeat you, Feng Tianlong!"
Throughout the broadcasting system of Southern Capital, Feng Tianlong's voice reverberated with endless mockery and malice. Whether in shelters, on streets, or in every corner, everyone could hear that deep and resonant voice.
"The little chickens of Southern Capital, hahaha... do you think you are strong and brave? But in reality, you are nothing but useless trash!" Feng Tianlong's voice was filled with mockery and arrogance.
"Do you know what Demon supremacy means? It means that our demon race is the most powerful and superior existence in this world. You pathetic humans who cannot cultivate are only fit to be our slaves or sacrifices!"
His voice dripped with contempt and disdain, sending chills down the spines of all who heard it. Inside the shelter, soldiers and citizens wore expressions of anger and unease.
"What you call courage and resistance is merely futile. You will never defeat us because we are born strong, while you are just lowly trash!"
Feng Tianlong's tone grew increasingly arrogant as he emphasized the superiority and strength of the demon race, attempting to undermine human morale. His words slithered into everyone's ears like a venomous snake, bringing endless fear and rage.
"This world does not need useless humans who cannot cultivate! Your existence only hinders the progress of this world. You can only exist as our slaves or as sacrifices for our cultivation!"
Feng Tianlong's voice was laced with malice, his words piercing the hearts of every listener like sharp blades. The soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, flames of anger flickering in their eyes, while the citizens embraced each other, seeking solace in one another.
"But, worthless people of Southern Capital, I give you a chance. Join us, become part of us, and we can offer you the path to cultivation! This is your only way out; otherwise, you will face death and destruction!"
Feng Tianlong's voice was filled with temptation and threat as he sought to exploit people's fears and despair, luring them to betray their own kind and join the demon ranks.
"Did you hear that? Become part of us and gain endless power and glory. Stop your pointless resistance; this is your only opportunity!"
The broadcast continued to echo, each of Feng Tianlong's words acting like poison, trying to erode people's will and faith.
Inside the shelter, Master Han's expression darkened further as he clenched his fists, flames of anger flashing in his eyes. "That damned Feng Tianlong wants to use psychological tactics to break our morale!"
Li Ming and Chen Yao also felt immense anger and determination; they knew this was part of Feng Tianlong's scheme to divide and conquer the hearts of Southern Capital's people.
However, despite Master Han's inspiring words, many humans in the shelter stood up with hesitation and uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Feng Tianlong's voice continued to resonate through the broadcast, tempting those fragile souls.
"Can we really withstand them?" a middle-aged man muttered to himself, confusion clouding his gaze.
"Perhaps joining them truly is the only way out..." another woman murmured, her face etched with despair and fear.
Chen Yao stepped out of the tent, her heart filled with anger and sorrow at this scene. Taking a deep breath, she shouted, "Don't listen to those demon scum! They are just using your fear and despair! No matter what happens, you will only be exploited!"
Her voice echoed in the air with unwavering determination as she tried to awaken those lost souls. However, at the entrance of the shelter, Xiao Wang and Xiao Li reappeared, their smug expressions making them utterly detestable.
"Fellow compatriots!" Xiao Li said slyly, a cunning smile on his face. "Who can protect themselves? Just look at Southern Capital! What a state it is in!"
"Exactly, these so-called cultivators can't protect you at all! They only lead you into greater danger!" Xiao Wang chimed in, his tone filled with mockery and disdain.
Their words stirred up a commotion in the shelter, and some people began to waver, confusion and fear written all over their faces.
"Can we really withstand the Demon Clan?" a young man whispered, hesitation flashing in his eyes.
"Perhaps joining them is truly the only way out..." an elderly man murmured, despair etched on his face.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yao felt a surge of anger and helplessness. She knew that if these people lost their confidence, the entire Southern Capital would plunge into an even greater crisis.
"Listen to me!" Chen Yao shouted loudly, trying to awaken these lost souls. "These Demons will only use you, turning you into their slaves and sacrifices! They will not grant you true freedom or power!"
However, Xiao Li and Xiao Wang did not stop; they continued to incite the crowd's emotions. "Just look at the current state of Southern Capital. How much longer can this situation last? Those so-called cultivators cannot protect you at all!"
"Join the Demon Clan; it's your only way out!" Xiao Li sneered, a glint of malice in his eyes.
"That's right! They will give you the chance to cultivate, allowing you to gain power and freedom!" Xiao Wang echoed, his voice laced with temptation.
The commotion in the shelter grew louder, and some began to waver further, confusion and fear evident on their faces. Chen Yao felt a wave of helplessness wash over her; she knew that relying solely on her own strength would not be enough to stop their wavering resolve.
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