Tang Luo paid no attention to the falling Lü Bu and Zhou Tong.
He turned and descended, looking toward Ao Yulie.
Ao Yulie flashed a toothy grin. "Master, how was that voice-over?"
Tang Luo had not spoken just now. It had been Ao Yulie providing the voice-over, his voice descending from the sky with layer upon layer of echoes. The demonic sound flooded their ears, making hearts tremble.
It suited Tang Luo's current image as a Heavenly Demon perfectly.
As a "heavenly monster," how could he not have something special about him?
"...It was fine," Tang Luo said perfunctorily. It felt a little over-the-top, but the effect should have been decent.
According to Ao Yulie, this involved three layers of maneuvering.
The first was Jia Rong, who had transformed from a celestial being into a Heavenly Demon. His strength remained, and his Heavenly Demon's demonic voice was overwhelmingly powerful.
The second was that others would spot a hint of bluff beneath that show of strength. If the Heavenly Demon were truly invincible, why had he arrived and departed in such haste? Why fire only one arrow, creating such a grand display, yet fail to kill Zhou Tong and Lü Bu?
That was right—Zhou Tong and Lü Bu had only been severely wounded, not killed.
Therefore, the Heavenly Demon was unwell!
The third layer was the "Heavenly Demon is unwell" that Ao Yulie had deliberately let everyone see.
Ao Yulie's three-layer maneuvering!
As for whether it would work, they would find out immediately.
"Kill!"
A chorus of roars rose up. Severely wounding Zhou Tong and Lü Bu had failed to intimidate the gathered heroes.
Amid sky-piercing battle cries, the vanguard forces of the three sides began their charge. Thirty thousand troops stormed the city from three different directions.
Calling it a