But after thinking about it, he felt it wasn't necessary.
He only felt that the way these dream demons looked at him was a bit strange.
"Forget it, let's check on the Thunder Clan's situation. Hopefully, the Soul-Devouring Harlot isn't going too crazy."
Jiang Wang was speechless for a moment. Without overthinking, he shifted his perception to the other side.
The situation on the battlefield between the Thunder Clan and the Soul-Devouring Harlot was gradually becoming clear.
How could these guys possibly be a match for the sixth-level expert, the Soul-Devouring Harlot?
Not to mention, she was also using her power to summon a bunch of subordinates, single-handedly forming an army.
Chapter 1239: Strengthened Power
The Thunder Clan was being beaten back by the Soul-Devouring Harlot, utterly unable to fight back. It could be said they were quite useless and very embarrassing.
The clone legion summoned by the Soul-Devouring Harlot had astonishing combat power, forcibly pushed to the sixth level.
If all these clones were united, they could unleash combat power comparable to a seventh-level expert.
Without being modest, she had mastered "Hell War God" and, relying on the dream demon power, strengthened her illusion techniques.
This surge of power caused a qualitative change in her abilities.
Even Jiang Wang, if he were to fight her, would have to expend a lot of energy to defeat her.
And now, this Thunder Clan was simply no match for the Soul-Devouring Harlot. Even retaliating was becoming increasingly difficult.
With such strength, even if the strongest member of the Thunder Clan were to arrive, they probably wouldn't be her opponent.
Originally, the Soul-Devouring Harlot only wanted to beat them up and then use her illusion power to subdue and control them.
But now, without her needing to arrange illusion control, the Thunder Clan naturally started begging for mercy.
They were no match. Continuing to fight would only be courting death.
"I haven't even used my full strength, and you've already fallen. What a pity, I thought your bones were harder," the Soul-Devouring Harlot laughed.
She felt that these violent and irritable guys were actually very clear about the situation and could see everything.
After all, in this world, there were no dark clouds to revive them, only cruel and tragic reality.
If only a few of their members died, they might still resist a little.
But if they went all out and still saw no chance of winning, then there was no need to continue resisting.
That would only be a pointless sacrifice. Although the Thunder Clan was reckless, they weren't fools.
Although the terrifying enemy before them hadn't killed them, they had already seen the difference in strength.
If the other party was even slightly serious, the Thunder Clan would have no chance of winning.
So, they quickly gave up everything. Fighting was a foolish act, and they had better restrain themselves.
The other party had already unleashed astonishing strength. They only needed to offer their loyalty.
The other party hadn't delivered a fatal blow, which meant they were waiting for them to submit because they were still useful.
The leader of the Thunder Clan quickly figured out the key to this.
Either obey, or die. There was no third option.
Most frighteningly, a large group of Thunder Clan members began to think.
Even if the strongest member of the clan came, they probably wouldn't be a match for the person before them.
They were both at the sixth level, but the combat power of the one before them was far above the Thunder Clan's strongest member.
Influenced by many factors, the Thunder Clan finally made their choice.
They suppressed their anger, lowered their heads, completely admitted defeat, and offered their loyalty.
The Dream Demon King was still chattering on, continuing to provoke the Thunder Clan members before him.
However, these guys didn't dare to have any thoughts of resistance. If they did, they would surely die.
So, they just lowered their heads, letting this expert mock them.
Not only had she defeated them, but she had even broken their spines.
The Soul-Devouring Harlot's method of using violence to control violence was truly sharp.
Jiang Wang glanced at them and understood the changes in the situation here.
The most cowardly dream demon clan began to resist, and the most reckless Thunder Clan directly gave up fighting.
This situation was completely different from what Jiang Wang had imagined, but he didn't overthink it.
Since things had already happened, then everything was just destiny.
In any case, this great battle could be considered to have come to an end.
After that, the Dream Demon King unleashed a surge of power, defeating all the dream demons and preventing them from resisting.
Of course, these guys would still stare at Jiang Wang with that strange emotion in their eyes.
Jiang Wang was also helpless, but this was a characteristic of the dream demon clan, so he naturally had nothing to say.
"In short, the situation has now stabilized. It's time to consider future developments," Jiang Wang said, arranging for the nanobots to enter the bodies of the Weapon Clan members.
He wanted to carefully observe these guys to see what was special about their body structure.
"Future developments? It's nothing more than beating up the Thunder Clan and kicking the Weapon Clan," the Dream Demon King said with a matter-of-fact look.
"The Dream Demon Clan is all here, and the remaining ones are just ordinary dream demons without any combat power."
"Next, there are still two enemies. Let's pick one to destroy first."
When she said destroy, all she was doing was using illusions to control them.
"Then let's start with the Thunder Clan. As for the Weapon Clan, I have a guess that might work," Jiang Wang said, becoming thoughtful.
The weapon-men were all controlled. What remained were all weapon-people, or perhaps it was more appropriate to call them "tool-people."
Weapon-men controlled weapons and were the supreme beings in the Weapon Clan.
Tool-people transformed into weapons and were just handy tools in the hands of the weapon-men.
This was the strange social relationship of the Weapon Clan. There seemed to be some kind of contradiction between weapon-men and tool-people.
Weapon-men only regarded tool-people as tools, and disposable trash tools at that.
After all, without weapon-men, tool-people would just turn into a pile of scrap metal.
Of course, the tool-people were very dissatisfied with this situation, but there was nothing they could do to change it.
These low-status tool-people could only rely on the power of the weapon-men to exist.
If a tool had no user, it was nothing, just a "dead object."
Jiang Wang used his power to forcibly transform the weapon in his hand into a human.
"Hello, little tool-person sister. I want you to help me do an experiment," Jiang Wang said, revealing a strange smile to the person before him.
The little tool-person sister trembled all over. She knew that she was about to endure an unbearable humiliation.
"Guh, kill me," she said, her eyes full of emptiness. She no longer had the will to live.
Jiang Wang looked at her, his expression changing uncertainly.
"Are you going to do those lewd things to her? Why don't you just use your dream power to give yourself a sweet dream?"
"Or do you not like the ones in dreams? Do you want a real one?" the Soul-Devouring Harlot said to Jiang Wang, complaining.
"Don't think nonsense. I just want to test some possibilities of the Weapon Clan," Jiang Wang said, placing his hand on the little sister before him.
A strange power began to flow.
Chapter 1240: Conception
Jiang Wang looked at the Weapon Clan girl before him, using his power and observing a series of changes in her body.
Before long, the nanobots had collected a large amount of data, and the brainworms began to accelerate their calculations.
After this flurry of activity, Jiang Wang had a deeper understanding of the Weapon Clan.
"Either submit, or die. If you submit, I will provide a new path for the development of your Weapon Clan."
"As far as I know, the Weapon Clan is divided into weapon-men and tool-people. The weapon-men have been high and mighty for so many years. You tool-people are also very unhappy, right?"
"As long as you follow me, I will give you a new future."
"There is no need to risk your lives for those worthless weapon-men. Just make your own choice," Jiang Wang said, a smile appearing on his lips. If everything went smoothly, future developments would be very smooth.
In his observation, the tool-people in the Weapon Clan were actually purely getting stronger by relying on their racial talent.
The Weapon Clan didn't cultivate any special secret techniques. Everything was very simple.
Relying on their racial characteristics and constantly getting stronger was enough. They didn't need other things.
Tool-people could only rely on weapon-men to survive. This was a "truth" that had developed since ancient times.
Moreover, this truth was basically impossible to reverse. For the Weapon Clan, this was the truth.
