"All resistances fully activated!"

All negative conditions were forcibly dispersed by the surging Qi-Blood at the moment they touched the player's body.

The damage-taker warrior, instilled with the Blood Burning Trait, had blood-red eyes, pushing back against the mental emotional erosion as they advanced, Gang Qi accompanying their swinging fists.

The two corps clashed explosively in an instant.

In the familiar brawl, the mental taunt tactics simultaneously debuted.

"Earth Thought brat, what kind of skill is hiding in the embrace of the Evil Eye? Come out and duel me one-on-one."

An advancing damage-bearing player punched the massive body of the Gold-Eroding Giant back, sneering as he continued to shout:

"If you dare come down and take my ten Gang Qi Fists, then you might have some backbone from the egg. If you keep hiding in the Tower acting tough, I'll dismantle your Tower's foundation and use it as a piss pot."

As soon as the words fell, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit atop the Tower locked its perception onto the figure, its fingertip hooked, and 20 Tide of Suffering creatures simultaneously targeted the damage-taker player, releasing an emotional shockwave:

"You talk too much."

The next second, the attack of the damage-taker warrior suddenly stalled, and under the surging extreme sorrow, he couldn't help but start crying, and his War Intent quickly dissipated.

"Slap his mouth."

A Catastrophe Series creature took a massive step forward, delivering a truck-sized brutal slap that embedded the damage-taker player into the dirt.

"Coward, if you have the guts, don't use the Tide of Suffering, let's have a warrior's clash."

Seeing his teammate being targeted and beaten by the vengeful bully, the nearby damage-taker player immediately taunted.

As soon as the words fell, the Evil Spirit soldier in front of the damage-taker player suddenly opened its mouth to speak:

"This is called tactical wisdom, unlike you bunch of afterlifers, full of disgust."

Saying that, the Catastrophe Series Evil Spirit suddenly delivered a slap, embedding this damage-taking stream player into the dirt as well.

As the intensity of the war escalated, the Evil Spirits and players under the control of the Earth Thought Bully spewed vile words at each other.

The battlefield gradually evolved into a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering battle of insults.

The air above the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range echoed with endless taunts.

But the truth is, all the Evil Spirit voices came from a single source.

The Black Tide Demonic Spirits themselves lacked intelligence and language, merely extensions of the Earth Thought Bully's will.

At this moment, the Earth Thought Bully fought solo against the Player Corps, multitasking, making the earth tremble with its spewing, but its blood pressure also soared continuously amidst the taunting.

Emotions are things that simply can't be controlled.

It's like when playing a game, your opponent keeps calling you trash, disgusts you, and curses your whole family.

Sure, you could mute them and not see it.

But in your mind, a logic forms instantly:

What if I mute them and they still curse? Then weren't their curses wasted, what if they think I'm scared...?

All logic eventually leads to one result: It's no good, I have to curse back!

Hence, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit completely lost it and decisively opened the microphone to interact.

During this time, the anger accumulated like a pressure cooker about to explode.

Even though the Evil Eye kept reminding, "adjust your emotions," the Earth Thought Evil Spirit could no longer heed it.

Just wanting to blow up every player's head with a punch.

The players were the same, teasing and taunting the Earth Thought Bully with jokes in the early phases.

But eventually lost their mindset under precise defense-breaking strikes.

Because the Earth Thought Bully professionally poked at pain points.

The players' mistakes, captured tense expressions, and even the slightest hesitation in operations would become flaws for the Earth Thought Evil Spirit to relentlessly exploit.

It controlled thousands of Evil Spirits, like a malevolent mirror, reflecting all the mistakes the players least wanted to face with words.

"Cowardly turtle."

"Disgusting bot."

"Divine King moron, mark your uncle, hurry to the cremation ground and make a mass cremation mark, then drag your moronic teammates for a mass discount deal, with 30% off."

"You damn Earth Thought, you're just a black-shelled bastard hiding in a shabby Tower, scared like a little grandson, while the Evil Eye now comforts you: Earth Thought, don't cry, we must strive, we will make it, you're the most promising Black Tide Soldier... I can almost hear you whine 'wah wah' crying in the Evil Eye's embrace, sickening."

Once the mental taunting tactic starts, both sides are tortured.

But no one can stop.

Stopping means being the one who gets more intensely tormented.

This is the unique psychological warfare of the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

Players who persist in fighting here all develop a heart of steel.

If not for the in-game death purification mechanism, many players feel they might die from heart disease.

Even causing their real-world selves to perish from heart failure.

The great battle intensifies in this process.

Both sides learn and grow, although the command growth rate of the Earth Thought Bully far surpasses that of the Divine King.

But the Divine King's advantage is the endless supply of player forces.

This battle had eighteen top-notch guilds ally, unleashing terrifying fighting power.

Two hours later.

The camera sweeps over the ravaged battlefield, arriving at the far end of the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, the Heavenly Domain Node.

The camera angle rises, passing through a towering Tower engulfed in pitch-black flames, piercing the sky, hovering at the top of the Tower.

A tall figure stood there in mid-air, with swirling dark flames under its feet.

It wore ferocious battle armor, with shoulder armor thrust upward like dragon fangs, and a huge pitch-black eye floating behind.

"Ah ah ah ah, damn you...!"

Hearing the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's roar, the Evil Eye frowned and leaned back, a hint of helplessness on its face.

At this moment, the Evil Eye seemed to perceive something, its pupils suddenly shaking:

"Earth Thought, did you sense it?"