Divine Spirit Realm

"I've got the goods!"

Just when all seemed lost, a new path opened up. The Subordinate Gods' eyes lit up!

Karl Uke, the Storm Lord's Subordinate God, suddenly thought of something and challenged him. "You have living sacrifices? If he failed to wipe out the sacrifices, didn't the Elephant Lord die for nothing? Was he stupid?"

The Dark Dragon nodded earnestly. "Yes, he really wasn't very bright."

The Source Plane had been shattered, and the Beast God had lost a Subordinate God without gaining a single tangible benefit.

Why were these gods' heads full of bandit logic? Couldn't they entertain the idea of cooperation and mutual benefit?

Wait!

The Dark Dragon suddenly realized something.

Treating battle as the absolute last resort was typical of Yin Ming's thinking.

Damn it, how long had they even spent together? His thinking already seemed to have been assimilated!

Whether barbaric or civilized, every way of doing things had its strengths and weaknesses. When someone changed their approach, it could only mean that their level of thought had been utterly overwhelmed.

Yin Ming cultivated fate principles, had constructed a four-phase thought model, and was advancing toward an eight-phase thought model. The Dark Dragon had none of that, so his thinking naturally suffered an influence akin to radiation.

Thinking, too, could become a vulnerability through which one's level could be attacked. It simply took longer to deliver the attack.

Silent assimilation was the superior strategy, above direct combat.

Fiss Faye, the Goddess of Luck's Subordinate God, could not sense the Dark Dragon's horror.

She waved a hand and said, "Since you have living sacrifices, just bring them out and let us see!"

The Dark Dragon shook his head. "None in stock for now, but I accept preorders!"

In stock!

Accept preorders!

The Subordinate Gods were utterly