"What's the meaning?"
Wind God was slightly taken aback, and an ominous premonition immediately welled up in his heart.
At the same moment, certain mental techniques deep within his mind seemed to sense something, and subtle mental fluctuations began to emanate, seemingly consciously guiding the Wind God's thoughts in other directions.
"Snort!"
The Theater God snorted coldly, then raised his right hand and pulled sharply.
The next moment, a phantom shaped like an evil flower was forcibly pulled out by the Theater God.
"Hmm..."
Wind God groaned. For a moment, he had the illusion that his head was being pierced by a thousand needles.
But when he saw the phantom of the evil flower in the Theater God's hand, he knew that his feeling just now was probably not an illusion.
"Little Wind, just bear with it."
"You probably have a lot on your head."
The Theater God gently comforted him, then, without giving the Wind God any time to react, or rather, without giving the mental techniques deep within his mind time to react, a powerful force immediately began to erupt around him.
Devastating!
Brutal and wild!
The most sophisticated solutions often employ the most direct methods.
Under the unrestrained and explosive expulsion of the Theater God Theater God, strange and bizarre phantoms began to appear one after another in his hands.
Some of the phantoms tried to escape the moment they appeared.
But how could the Theater God possibly let the other party escape so easily?
Let alone escape, even if one wanted to disintegrate one's physical form, it would be completely impossible.
Even though what stands here now is only the weakest and most impoverished clone of the Theater God, the power he possesses is not something that can be countered by mere tricks.
Most importantly, the Theater God manifested these spiritual methods and intrigues through illusory images so that they could serve as the most direct material for persuading and educating the Wind God.
In this situation, to let these things go would be a huge disrespect to the Theater God.
On the other side, Wind God went from groaning and having a headache at the beginning to slowly squatting down, enduring the pain caused by the removal of the internal organs.
Finally, after the Theater God removed the last bewitching curse material from the Wind God's body, the Wind God was completely limp and sat on the ground without any regard for his image.
Any method of removal would cause pain no less than having bone crushed and skin peeled off.
When all these methods are combined and removed in just a few minutes, the combined pain is almost unbearable, even for someone as strong as the Wind God.
Pain!
It hurts so much!
"Little Wind, come and see the fruits of your labor over the years."
The Theater God glanced at the Wind God, then waved his right hand, and a milky-white healing light surged into his body.
Under the healing power, the Wind God's pain subsided.
With the successful completion of the healing surgery performed by the Theater God, the Wind God quickly stood up and turned his gaze toward the direction the Theater God had pointed.
What came into view were all sorts of magical products, each with a different appearance, bizarre and unusual, with expressions quite different from ordinary objects, and shimmering with the light of "wisdom".
"This... was pulled out of my body?"
After a moment of silence, the Wind God asked with difficulty.
What kind of garbage is this?!
I've never even seen one before!
So now they're telling him this is something inside his body?
Could it be that these things have been inside his body for a very long time?
What's this?
Do others understand you better than you understand yourself?
"Otherwise what?"
The Theater God spoke up, "Come on, now tell me, what are your thoughts?"
"I'm especially curious to know, over the years, who are the closest friends you've made?"
As he spoke, the Theater God pointed to the strange, round objects floating in the air above and introduced them, "See these things?"
"These are mental techniques deeply ingrained in your mind, which can only be cultivated while you are asleep."
"It's very difficult to plant the seed, but once it's planted, the mental defenses are almost completely breached."
"I have a question for you: can you only perceive your friends' true feelings in fragmented ways?"
Wind God: "..."
At this moment, he fell into an awkward silence.
For no other reason than that the old master of Theater God in front of me is absolutely right.
At first, he could sense the thoughts of his friends from the Hidden Kill Clan.
The other party genuinely wanted to be his friend, and at crucial moments, they were truly concerned for his well-being.
But later on, he gradually lost the ability to directly perceive the feelings of his friends.
Or rather, it wasn't as smooth as it started.
He used his own coded language to inquire about these matters from his friends, both openly and secretly.
My friends say that a highly skilled individual within our clan has created a profound method.
This supernatural technique can effectively prevent others from spying on you, and it can also powerfully enhance your own spiritual awareness.
At that time, my friends generously shared this profound Dharma.
At first he had some doubts, but when he thought of his friends' sincerity, he gradually let down his guard.
How could I, with such sincere feelings for my friends, possibly judge them with a petty mind?
But now it seems I was wrong!
Absolutely wrong!
You've completely gone to the wrong place!
The so-called true friends in my heart are nothing but wolves in sheep's clothing!
Those people deserve to die!
"Now that you think about it, don't you want to slap yourself a couple of times?"
The Theater God seemed to have seen through the God of Wind God's thoughts, and said in a low, languid tone.
Wind God took a deep breath, then raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.
This slap is a self-inflicted wound for being so blind!
"Smack!"
The Wind God raised his hand again and slapped him once more.
This slap was a self-inflicted wound for having trusted a foreign race.
Despite being an outsider, I foolishly believed and trusted them!
"Smack!"
Another slap, the third slap.
With this slap, Wind God realized that he had been subjected to so many schemes without even knowing it.
That's incredibly stupid!
That's terrifyingly stupid!
When did I become so foolish?
Why wasn't it noticed at first?
"Alright!"
The Theater God waved his hand, directly interrupting the God of Wind God's self-slapping behavior.
"That's enough. It's a little painful to see you slap yourself."
"If you're really angry about your own stupidity, you can slap yourself after I'm gone, or when you're alone."
"You can smoke as much as you want then, I'll just ignore it!"
At this point, the Theater God paused, then earnestly instructed, "In this timeline, only you and the Battle God remain."
"Shadow God... should have been your partner too, but due to special circumstances, she won't decisively stand on your side."
"Therefore, you and the Battle God can only rely on each other."
"After we leave, you need to be careful. The Battle God is brainless and easily schemed against."
"You have the ability to see into people's hearts and observe the good and evil in the world, so you must assist the Battle God well and strive to prevent him from being schemed against by such weak creatures again."
"Do you... understand?"