The feverish cries, perfectly uniform, put Chen Xuan in a very good mood.
The massive amount of Golden Light of Merit he had expended had not gone to waste!
This harvest was a delightful surprise!
"Mm! Not bad, not bad..."
Chen Xuan nodded, looking down at the eight enormous divine bodies kneeling at his feet.
This time, he had reverse-converted eight High Gods. It would definitely inflict a fierce backlash upon the Main Gods to whom they had previously offered their faith.
He wondered whether the Twelve Main Gods were panicking.
At that moment, all the immortals aboard the Ancient Divine Boat were deeply shaken!
Who could have imagined that Chen Xuan had deliberately shown weakness in order to convert eight High Gods by surprise?
This was truly a magnificent move!
It was even more satisfying than slaughtering them!
Chen Xuan then boarded the Ancient Divine Boat with the eight converted High Gods.
Little Qilin was the first to greet him, shouting excitedly, "Boss, that move was incredible! If you could convert tens of thousands of God Race members and make them fight among themselves in their own nest, how awesome would that be?"
Chen Xuan shook his head at this. "Only the divine souls of High Gods are strong enough to barely endure the damage of such conversion. Mid-level Gods would have their divine souls directly annihilated! Besides, converted High Gods suffer a drastic drop in strength because their divine souls are torn apart, and the Golden Light of Merit I expend for this is substantial as well..."
"Still, this move is enough to drive nail after nail into the God Race! In the future, it may not be impossible to convert one or two Absolute Gods..."
He was not smug or complacent. Instead, he analyzed the situation while