Holding five Voice Recorders, Lin Bai was delighted.
Now.
Who knew how many people were cultivating the Way of Deficiency he had popularized? Every item they rendered incomplete added a day's worth of inner force to his reserves.
It was fair to say.
Lin Bai's inner force grew every moment. With the cultivation power he shared from his card characters on top of that, he had no fear of draining himself by using Palm Thunder recklessly.
Palm Thunder was voice-activated. With the Voice Recorders, he no longer even needed the players.
With the Voice Recorders in hand, he was a one-man weapon of mass destruction.
A recording of ten people was suitable for small-team battles; a hundred people, for medium-scale battles...
Best of all, he had five Voice Recorders. If he brought them all out at once, even excluding those who recited the tongue twister incorrectly, he could unleash over two thousand bolts of lightning in one go. Apart from Nascent Soul True Persons, how many sects could withstand such a ferocious bombardment?
Players liked discussing matters through private chat, and through them, Lin Bai could keep abreast of all the latest developments outside.
Naturally, he had learned of the Game Developers' announcement that NPCs could be killed, as well as the news that two hundred thousand new players would enter the game in three days.
To protect their vested interests, the Beggar Gang players privately discussed how to deal with the attacks other players would launch against Lin Bai...
Yet Lin Bai's heart had grown calmer instead. It was not that the Voice Recorders had inflated his ego.
The main reason was that the developers clearly had no intention of taking action against him themselves. That was the best news he could have hoped for.
After all.
To protect