He didn't know what abilities Tianxiang possessed that allowed him to so easily manipulate the emotions of a powerful figure like Ying Sheng, but he knew that the other party must have intelligence!
There's only one example in the world of the Thousand-Faced Fox with the talent to directly see the other person's memories. He's not saying it's impossible for a second one to appear, but if the other person had this ability, the current situation would be countless times worse. Some of the secrets within the Ancient Demon could even be used to instigate internal strife, especially against a monster like the other person who is good at manipulating emotions.
Zhang Xiaoyun wasn't stupid. He had participated in many studies during the later period of the Warlock Dynasty, and had dabbled in the special abilities of many demons. He had seen many Qigu abilities and had learned to analyze them.
The ability to control one's mind is extremely rare, and it seems that the Creator intended it this way. Anyone with this ability would not have a very good foundation. The stronger the ability, the weaker the foundation. The opponent's skill just now was almost on par with a high priest below the King Level, so his talent ability was very likely not strong.
Furthermore, if the opponent could completely control their emotions, they would have been in complete chaos by now; how could they be fighting so calmly?
If I'm not mistaken, the other person's ability is merely a kind of fanning the flames—it makes the flames burn even brighter when the other person is already emotionally charged, causing them to lose their reason.
For this ability to be effective, sufficient intelligence is required to set up a scheme.
But to be honest, this situation made Zhang Xiaoyun feel even colder, because it meant that from beginning to end, the entire evolution of the battle was within the enemy's calculations.
Who exactly is it?
Who has that ability?
And how was the intelligence obtained?
The war priest has now trapped the army there, and it's clear that besides his own foolishness, the manipulation of emotions is a major reason. But before setting up this trap, one must understand the war priest's character.
The same goes for Lord Ying Sheng. Compared to Ling Sheng Sheng's straightforward loyalty, Ying Sheng is more meticulous and suspicious. However, this suspicion was also exploited, leading to his extremely impulsive actions just now. This also requires intelligence.
The Ancient Demon have always lived in seclusion, and several key figures rarely have contact with the outside world. Who could possibly obtain information about their personalities?
Suddenly, a figure came to mind.
"Are you one of its people?"
"Oh?" The celestial image instantly approached, and the Ancient Demon, now without an external body, was nothing more than a fragile insect.
This is the downside of all parasitic creatures: terrifying parasitic and growth talents, but their weakness is their appalling direct combat ability.
"You're quick-witted. The intelligence indicated you weren't a calm person, but I never believed it. If you were truly such an impulsive and easily angered person, you wouldn't have been able to deceive so many people for so many years by presenting yourself as an innocent child."
The voice had lost the unique chaotic sound of the celestial phenomenon; after returning to peace, it sounded exactly like the voice of a normal human, and was quite familiar.
"So that's how it is. I was wondering why it could command a celestial phenomenon; it turns out it was you. But how did you come to be?"
"That's not something you're worthy to know." Tian Xiang sneered and stepped forward.
"No, you can't kill me, and you don't have to. I have many things I can exchange for my life. I can still..."
"Sorry, your death is your greatest value." Without any hesitation, Tianxiang stomped down, and the prince of the Ancient Demon Clan, one of only two bloodlines to hatch in billions of years, instantly exploded into a pile of mangled flesh under Tianxiang's foot.
When the blood splattered onto Zhang Zhiyun's face, he froze on the spot.
It disliked Zhang Xiaoyun because no matter how hard it tried, the other party always looked at it as a joke. It also knew that the difference in bloodline created a huge gap between them. Whether it was resources or talent, it would never be as good as Zhang Xiaoyun, and the same would be true for its future achievements. Therefore, the title of the future direct descendant of the Celestial Master Mansion was just a facade. It was just a genius who was pushed out.
Bearing such a reputation, yet being looked down upon by a truly distinguished person every day, over time, one will inevitably feel depressed.
But it never imagined that the noble bloodline that was so high and mighty, even the high priest had to give way to, would now look so disgusting. It turns out that no matter how noble a person is, they won't look good when they die.
It just feels a bit like a dream.
So, did that noble bloodline really die like that?
To die so casually, so gruesomely.
As the celestial image approached him again, Zhang Zhiyun suddenly felt much calmer.
He felt like he had figured things out a bit.
Even someone as noble as Zhang Xiaoyun and as powerful as the High Priest are both dead, aren't they?
In any fight, death is inevitable; it's just a matter of losing.
But at the last moment, he suddenly felt a pang of regret. He should have studied more about intrigue and scheming, so that he wouldn't be so much worse than Zhang Xiaoyun. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so clueless and unable to understand Zhang Xiaoyun's dying words.
Although Zhang Xiaoyun died, he died knowing why. Although he may have been unwilling, at least he knew why he lost.
But I don't know anything about it.
Zhang Zhiyun sighed, closed his eyes, and thought back to his life. Born in Cloud Capital, he was merely a target, an insignificant pawn, destined to die along with it all. He was, in the end, utterly insignificant.
The moment Zhang Xiaoyun died, the blood in all the Ancient Demon boiled. The death of royalty was a cataclysmic event for a race like the Ancient Demon, whose bloodline was so deeply ingrained.
Almost instantly, everyone with the Ancient Demon bloodline sensed it, and an unprecedented sense of panic rose in their hearts.
This very reason caused a significant fluctuation in the Qi and Blood of the Four Saints Army had already reached their limit on the battlefield.
In military campaigns, morale is paramount, especially in this Transcendent world. The foundation of the confrontation between two armies lies in the strength of their Qi and Blood. If the difference in the strength of their Qi and Blood formations is too great, there is no possibility of confrontation. And Qi and Blood, in addition to physical qualities, are also closely related to emotions.
When emotions surge, morale soars, and blood boils, one's condition is naturally excellent, making the Qi and Blood Array even stronger. However, if significant pessimism arises, causing Qi and Blood circulation to become sluggish, especially when a large group of people are not operating smoothly, then the collapse will come very quickly.
This is why, once morale suffers a major setback, even equally matched legions often experience a massive rout.
The war priest, who was directing the entire operation, felt a chill run through him at the prince's death.
In an instant, he knew something terrible was about to happen!
He didn't know why the prince had suddenly run into trouble, but at this time, it meant the deaths of him and the Four Saints Army.
Even if the incident had occurred before the battle, it happened at this crucial moment of the confrontation. Every soldier's nerves were stretched to the limit, and they couldn't gain the upper hand for a long time. They were already anxious and thinking about retreating. At this moment, the prince's death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. It came at the perfect time!
what to do?
A scene of utter defeat had already taken shape in the war priest's mind.