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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 mental 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 member 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 same as mortals; they are beings of faith and pride, so he’s definitely trying to mislead us intentionally. Don’t fall for it.”

”Medical staff, do some simple treatment. 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 member’s mentality collapsed instantly. He howled in rage, ”Just kill me! Just kill me! Is it fun to torment me like this? What on earth do you want? If you have questions, just ask me!”

”You want to know about Divine Power, right? I can explain, Divine Power is...”

Several minutes later...

The Divine Race member 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 me 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 member’s face turned dark, and he suddenly felt all was lost. He said, ”Then just kill me. 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 member’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 torment worse than death.

But as he was beaten, the Divine Race member’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 member 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 mental state seemed very unstable.

”Very good, we have successfully converted a Divine Race member. 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 became 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 becomes 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!

....

Meanwhile, other Divine Race members 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, some were believers, and some were not. But the Divine Race members 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, formed 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 extremely 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 member killed, the stronger the remaining humans became. Battle solidified their belief, making their faith purer.

For they fought for faith!

”Ha!!”

With thunderbolts erupting from the palm of the Divine Race member, 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 seemed 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 member.

”Bang!!”

The Divine member once again unleashed thunderbolts, punching through one rebel’s heart, but that one laughed, clinging tightly to the Divine Race member 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 member 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 me!

Slash!