Chapter 1157: Awakening the Heart Demon
Yang Haoran had previously wondered why Wan Wu Yi would resort to such inhumane methods of torture after capturing people from various major factions, and what his purpose truly was.
Now, with Wan Wu Yi’s words, the answer finally dawned on him.
The reason Wan Wu Yi inflicted such inhumane torture on these individuals was likely to fill their hearts with all sorts of negative emotions: anger, pain, resentment, and the like. The stronger their negative emotions, the more astonishing the destructive power that would erupt once their Heart Demons were awakened.
Previously, these trapped individuals had all been on the verge of death, yet their strength had then surged illogically. This phenomenon occurred precisely because their Heart Demons had been awakened.
However, at that time, Wan Wu Yi had not brought out his Heart Demon Flute. How he had awakened the Heart Demons within these trapped individuals was still unclear to Yang Haoran, but Wan Wu Yi immediately provided the explanation.
"These people I captured, I had already performed a secret art on them long ago. Combined with their weakened bodies and listless spirits, awakening their Heart Demons was merely a thought for me. But you are different. You are currently hale and hearty, and I haven't performed any secret art on you. To awaken the Heart Demons deep within you, I must use this Heart Demon Flute in my hand."
As these words fell, Wan Wu Yi first pointed a finger at the Array Disk suspended before him, and then a blood-red pillar of light descended, reinforcing the violently shaking blood-red protective shield that threatened to shatter at any moment.
The blood-red pillar of light did not dissipate; one end connected to the blood-red protective shield, the other to the central area at the very top of the grand array. Many present understood Wan Wu Yi's purpose: he intended to integrate the entire grand array with the blood-red protective shield protecting him.
This meant that the blood-red protective shield's defensive power had been significantly enhanced. Breaking through it would now be even more difficult than before, as any damage taken by the blood-red protective shield would be transferred to the grand array encompassing the entire Gu Mo City.
Wan Wu Yi's choice to do this was naturally for his own safety, as he intended to use the Heart Demon Flute to control powerful individuals who had not been subjected to his secret art. This process would be far more difficult than controlling the trapped individuals, so he had to dedicate himself entirely to it, allowing no mistakes, lest he suffer a backlash instead of successful control.
Although he had a Corpse King by his side, he did not wish to entrust his life to the Corpse King. Therefore, he integrated his protective blood-red shield with the grand array, ensuring his maximum safety.
Moreover, this approach was always part of his plan. He was simply acting according to his strategy, and so far, his plan had progressed smoothly, with no unforeseen incidents.
Wan Wu Yi wasted no more words, nor did he offer further explanations to the crowd. Once the blood-red protective shield and the grand array merged into one, he directly blew into the Heart Demon Flute in his hand.
The flute's sound was mournful and utterly devoid of pleasantness, offering no sense of enjoyment whatsoever. Instead, it exuded a bloody violence and an indescribable strangeness.
As the flute's sound entered their ears, an inexplicable irritability arose within everyone. Their usual frustrations, and the numerous negative emotions buried deep in their hearts, began to stir restlessly at this moment. Even pains that had gradually faded now resurfaced, amplified.
Everyone's expressions drastically changed. They knew full well that their sudden internal upheaval was definitely due to the influence of Wan Wu Yi's flute music. In response, many chose to seal their ears with their power, preventing the sound from entering.
However, this method had little effect. The Heart Demon Flute seemed capable of penetrating the seals they had set up, sounding directly in their hearts and minds.
"This flute music is too strange! Sealing our ears does little good! The best course of action is to break through the shield and kill Wan Wu Yi! As long as he dies, this flute music will disappear, otherwise, if we continue like this, we'll all become his controlled puppets!"
A Black Talisman Master, seeing that sealing his ears had no effect, immediately roared anxiously at the others present. While speaking, he didn't remain idle, summoning forth a multitude of Black Talismans and sending them slamming towards the blood-red protective shield.
Under his control, the numerous Black Talismans converged as if imbued with life, transforming into a ferocious black dragon that swung its body and lunged towards the blood-red protective shield below.
There was no need for the Black Talisman Master's reminder; everyone else present knew what to do. After all, the logic was obvious and required no thought or hesitation. So, simultaneously with the Black Talisman Master's attack, most of the others revealed their trump cards, some even initiating their assaults before him.
Among those besieging Wan Wu Yi, only one person was different from the rest. This person was none other than Xia Xinger!
At this moment, Xia Xinger did not attack Wan Wu Yi like the others. Her body floated in the air, her brows tightly furrowed. Her eyes, usually calm as still water, now showed intense struggle, as if she were engaged in a fierce ideological battle within her own mind.
The reason Xia Xinger was different from the others was that the Heart Demon Flute Wan Wu Yi played at this moment was specifically targeting her. The others were only affected because they were merely caught in the flute's periphery.
Given that others were significantly affected by merely being caught in the periphery, one could only imagine the immense pressure Xia Xinger faced as the direct target. If not for Xia Xinger’s different faith and distinct ideological upbringing, she would likely not just be struggling internally; in all likelihood, she would have already succumbed to madness under the Heart Demon Flute's control, becoming a killing machine manipulated by Wan Wu Yi.
Wan Wu Yi ignored the crowd's attacks on the blood-red protective shield. He did not believe these individuals could breach the shield in a short time, so he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them. His focus was entirely on Xia Xinger.
Seeing that Xia Xinger had not immediately descended into madness, but was instead engaged in a fierce ideological battle with herself, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
"Heh, I truly underestimated this wretch. To think she could endure under my Heart Demon Flute. But let's see how long you can last. I refuse to believe you've reached a state of utter desirelessness."
Wan Wu Yi thought this to himself. As his inner thoughts settled, the flute music suddenly changed. While still steeped in a bloody and violent aura, it was now stronger than before, having an even greater impact on those present.
Xia Xinger, who was fiercely battling her own inner turmoil, lowered her head upon hearing this enhanced version of the flute music, her body trembling slightly.
Zuo Meng, who was fiercely attacking the blood-red protective shield, noticed Xia Xinger's unusual state. Without a second thought, she immediately abandoned her assault on the blood-red protective shield and, with a flash, appeared by Xia Xinger's side.
"Saint! What's wrong with you!"
Zuo Meng's brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes filled with urgency. In this situation, she paid no heed to Xia Xinger's identity as a Saint. She grabbed Xia Xinger by the shoulders, trying to stop her trembling body, but her efforts had little effect. Xia Xinger's body continued to shiver.
Hearing Zuo Meng's anxious voice, Xia Xinger raised her head with great difficulty. As her head lifted, the sight before Zuo Meng made the expression beneath her veil immediately undergo a drastic change, her eyes wide with shock.
At this moment, Xia Xinger's brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes devoid of their usual calm, replaced only by intense struggle. Furthermore, her eyes even glimmered with a faint blood-red light!
Zuo Meng had spent many years with Xia Xinger. In Zuo Meng's memory, she had never seen Xia Xinger in this state before. Especially those eyes, glimmering with a hint of blood-red light, sent a chill through her heart!
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