Yang Fan's tone was as calm as if he were discussing something utterly ordinary.
Li Tianheng's mouth twitched violently, and he was completely dumbfounded.
He stared at Yang Fan for a long while before swallowing hard.
"Brother Yang... you're not joking, are you?"
Using poison to drag a Demigod's Divine Kingdom to death?
How many resources would that consume?
Even if they really won in the end, would they recover even a fraction of the cost?
To him, this style of fighting was utterly outrageous.
The world of the rich was completely beyond his understanding.
He even vaguely felt that city people really knew how to have fun, and he wanted to go back to the countryside.
"Since the results are good, increase the supply of Corpse Cores tenfold from now on."
Yang Fan continued.
"The believers no longer need to participate in deep combat. Leave it all to Robot."
"They only need to deliver the Corpse Cores to the outskirts of the enemy's Divine Kingdom and deploy them."
"The corpse poison will keep spreading through the air. There's no need to keep advancing."
After hearing this, Li Tianheng fell completely silent.
This was no longer war. It was pure "resource poisoning warfare."
For a moment, he did not even know how to comment on it.
After hesitating for a while, he could not help but speak up.
"Um... Brother Yang, there's something I'm not sure whether I should say."
Yang Fan glanced at him. "Say it."
Li Tianheng looked serious, even carrying a hint of admonition.
"Brother, I actually really envy you for marrying such a good wife."
"But when it comes to living off a woman, you'd better not do it so brazenly."
"You should still save where you can."
His tone was extremely sincere, even faintly carrying