After holding on for a while, Han Feng couldn't bear it anymore, so he covered his ears with his hands.
But the singing seemed to penetrate every corner and hit the soul directly.
Han Feng was in great pain, his face almost distorted, and he shouted loudly: "Is that enough? Stop it quickly."
The island spirit remained unmoved and continued to sing.
The Tower of Babel has instructed that Han Feng must be given a lot of strength and there must be no compromise.
I won’t stop until Han Feng pees his pants today.
"vomit!"
Han Feng kept retching, his eyes filled with bloodshot.
At this moment, he finally realized that Xilian Island was clearly deceiving him.
The so-called process is just a cover. The real purpose is to deal with him and see him make a fool of himself.
He is so evil!
"I won't let you succeed!"
Han Feng gritted his teeth and growled, then began to sing.
Are you the only one who can disgust people?
I also have this skill!
Come on!
Hurting each other!
The island spirit's expression froze.
What's going on?
Is Han Feng’s singing so disgusting?
Are you more disgusting than me?
Then let’s have a good comparison.
The island spirit became ruthless and started to hurt Han Feng.
Three minutes later, Han Feng was covered in cold sweat and was almost unable to bear it anymore.
It’s not that his singing is less disgusting than Island Spirit’s.
The key point is that the island spirit seems to be able to block his singing and cannot hurt it at all.
This can't go on.
We must find a way to turn the situation around as soon as possible.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Han Feng's mind.
The island spirit is a soul body. Can't we control it by using mental power?
Thinking of this, Han Feng immediately released a soul whip.
Bang!
The long whip of mental power hit the island spirit fiercely.
The island spirit was caught off guard. After this attack, his whole body trembled violently, and he screamed miserably, and his singing stopped abruptly.
"Haha! It's my turn to torture you!"
Han Feng laughed wildly and controlled the long whip of mental power to whip wildly.
"ah..."
The island spirit was in excruciating pain, with countless cracks appearing on its soul body, and it looked like it was on the verge of collapse.
Han Feng turned a blind eye and continued to brutally beat her, cursing as he beat her, "I told you to play dirty with me, I'm going to beat you to death!"
"Brother, I know I was wrong, please let me go!"
The island spirit begged loudly for mercy.
Han Feng remained unmoved, as if he had transformed into a brutal executioner, with a violent aura emanating from his body.
The island spirit was so scared that he almost peed his pants. "Brother, stop fighting. If you continue, someone will die."
Han Feng's mouth curled up into a cruel smile, "I'm going to beat you to death today!"
The island spirit trembled and said, "If you kill me, the Cleansing Island will disappear, and I won't be able to temper my body anymore. It's not worth it."
"You have a point."
Han Feng stopped.
Dao Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, you are a magnanimous person. Don't bother with me. Please forgive me this time."
Han Feng pinched his chin and thought.
Killing the island spirit would certainly vent one's anger, but it would not bring any substantial benefits.
But I really can't bear to let it go like this.
"Yes."
Han Feng's eyes lit up, and a cunning look crossed his lips. "You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the living punishment. I'll give you a test later. As long as you can survive it, I'll let you go."
The island spirit was bewildered: "What test?"
Originally, it was Han Feng who took the test.
How did it become like this in the end?
This is such a tragic thing.
Han Feng chuckled, "I'll sing later. You have to listen carefully and don't block it out. Just hold on for five minutes, okay?"
Dao Ling swallowed his saliva and said, "Brother, can you shorten the time?"
Han Feng's singing is really disgusting.
I really may not be able to hold on for five minutes.
"Stop bargaining with me. If you don't agree, I'll kill you right away."
Han Feng glared, looking intimidating without even getting angry.
"All right."
The island spirit was almost crying.
"Let's get started."
Han Feng sang with all his heart.
"vomit!"
The island spirit only heard one sentence before he started retching.
Fortunately, it is a soul. If it were a human, it would definitely vomit out everything in its stomach.
Five minutes finally passed.
The island spirit lay on the ground, panting, his eyes had lost all color, and he looked like he had lost all hope in life.
The past five minutes were the most painful time in its life, and it even had thoughts of suicide.
Han Feng glanced at Dao Ling and smiled playfully, "Are you convinced?"
"I give in."
The island spirit sobbed.
"What a fucking jerk!"
Han Feng said coldly, "We have no grudges against each other. Why did you lie to me just now? Why did you use such a strong force on me?"
The island spirit said weakly: "I don't want to lie to you, I'm just following the procedures, there's nothing I can do."
The white worm reminded: "Brother, it is lying. Someone instructed it to do so."
"Who is it?"
Han Feng's eyes darkened.
How could someone actually harm him, the son of destiny?
Find him and kill him!
White Worm: "I don't know who it is either."
Han Feng stared at Dao Ling, his eyes gleaming with coldness. "Who ordered you to do this?"
The island spirit was stunned for a moment, then replied, "No one ordered me to do that."
The one who ordered it was the Tower of Babel.
But Babel is its direct superior.
If you sell out the Tower of Babel, you will suffer the consequences in the future.
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