Sang Sang knew there was some truth to what Chen Xi had said.
Just as Chen Xi had said, what would truly become a blade that hurt them was not the terrifying presence that kept appearing and disappearing, but the violent thoughts inside their own heads.
After all, under the pressure of that power, they merely felt their bodies grow heavy, their legs weaken, and their breathing become a little labored. Even if that oppressive sensation affected them for longer, their condition might not become any worse than that of the girl over there who looked seriously ill.
But when that power appeared, its oppressive force assaulted not only the players' bodies, but their minds as well.
Compared to the physical torment, Sang Sang herself found the mental torment more painful. Chen Xi was right. The dark, violent emotions that surfaced in their minds when that pressure struck did not appear out of nowhere. They were the darkness buried deep within their minds, or the ugly traits they had always suppressed and refused to show.
The moment that power bore down on them, all that filth would rise from the depths of their thoughts. Whatever personalities the players-including Sang Sang herself-had displayed before, they would likely be swallowed by violence and darkness in an instant.
Once a player's mind was engulfed, the reason and composure within their consciousness would shatter in an instant too. At that point, their awareness would probably collapse, leaving them unable to distinguish whether the person standing before them was someone they secretly wanted to take revenge on and kill, or a stranger they had only just met.
At that point, everyone would descend into the despair of slaughtering one another in a frenzy.
At that point, the word "harmony" would be torn to shreds.
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