"Greetings, Lord."
Those low-ranking gods were in awe.
After this battle, they had completely surrendered.
Faced with Lord Ye, they could never harbor any thoughts of rebellion again.
Even though they guessed that Lord Ye might be overly depleted, and even though they guessed that Lord Ye perhaps did not have much strength left, no one dared to gamble! Or rather, they only dared to think about it.
Because that was Lord Ye!
Because...
Even if Lord Ye died, he could take all the gods down with him!
They knew that at Lord Ye's level, if anything happened, he would definitely have life-or-death trump cards, so even if everything went smoothly and they fought with all their might, the absolute most they could do was perish together.
Why bother?
They were not high-ranking gods; they lacked the courage, and they lacked that kind of strength.
"Good."
Lord Ye only looked at them coldly.
After a long time, he finally spoke.
"Return half of the believers you have absorbed," he said coldly.
He had figured it out.
If he acted too benevolent, these people would probably suspect him even more, so there was no need to act at all; he simply resumed his usual icy nature.
"Yes."
Those low-ranking gods breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they did not have to hand all of them back, it was fine.
With this, the battle came to an end.
The apostles and believers absorbed by the high-ranking gods almost all returned to Lord Ye's hands, and the believers absorbed by the remaining gods also had to hand over half!
Only then could this matter be considered settled.
Swish!
Lord Ye walked over to a high-ranking god he had slain.
Hum—
Fluorescence flickered.
The rune between the eyebrows of the dead god