Chapter 338: Chapter 60: No! Where’s My Clone? You Can Even Turn a Fucking Clone?

Although the Gray Lord’s Spirit Control had a minimum success chance, it was so absurdly low that it made the rates for the first ten-pull in a certain notorious gacha game look generous by comparison. It was, frankly, a joke.

More importantly, the ability’s final success rate depended on two key factors: the target’s own strength and their current mental state.

Take target types, for instance. Void Creatures were killing machines with no free will of their own, so controlling them was naturally no challenge at all.

The case of the Ancient Giant Dragons was even more unique. They had already been brainwashed once by the Evil God Believers, so Qin Feng using Spirit Control to brainwash them a second time was like adding icing to an already-finished cake. It posed virtually no challenge.

So, no one should find it that incredible that Qin Feng managed to turn over thirty Ancient Giant Dragons on his first attempt.

In reality, the base probability of converting these Ancient Giant Dragons was already far higher than that for any normal creature, which made the seemingly astonishing result a matter of course.

Therefore.

The problem Qin Feng was now struggling with was this.

Nesia was not only a Legendary Level Evil God Hero, but also an Extraordinary Mage with unfathomable Spiritual Power.

The probability of successfully converting him with the Gray Lord’s Spirit Control ultimate was appallingly low—practically impossible.

If he insisted on being merciful and sparing Nesia’s life...

...it would likely cause a great deal of trouble.

For instance, Nesia could rely on his Flash and Teleportation abilities to run amok and wreak havoc across the Lord World, which could easily create a situation that would be incredibly difficult to resolve.

But to just give up on such a powerful Elven Mage...

...Qin Feng felt it would be a great shame.

’Forget it.’

’There will be plenty more powerful heroes in the future.’

’There’s no need to bring a mountain of trouble on myself over a Mage with such strong survival skills.’

’I’ll just keep trying to Control him and leave the rest to fate...’

His mind made up, Qin Feng no longer hesitated and attacked decisively.

He activated the Gray Lord’s exclusive Magic Skills, unleashing a relentless barrage on Pride, Gale, and the other Evil God Players. At the same time, he didn’t let Nesia—who had previously resisted the Spirit Control attempt—off the hook, keeping him locked firmly within his attack range.

But Nesia’s evasion and escape abilities remained absurd. As always, he was as slippery as an eel.

Qin Feng unleashed a full combo of Magic Skills, but he failed to even scratch Nesia’s Blood Volume, let alone kill him. All his attacks were completely ineffective.

In contrast, while Evil God Players like Pride and Gale were far stronger than ordinary Lord Players, they were in a completely different league compared to an existence like Qin Feng—who could only be described as a "super-hacker." The gap between them was immense.

As a result, after only a few exchanges, Pride, Gale, and the others could no longer hold their ground.

Under the combined assault of Qin Feng and his Royal Dragon Cavalry, the group of Evil God Players was completely routed. Miserably defeated, they turned into flashes of white light and were sent back to the Lord’s Hall to await Resurrection.

As for Nesia, while he could still use frequent Flashes to escape and temporarily evade pursuit from Qin Feng’s forces, the tide was slowly turning against him.

Qin Feng cast Spirit Control again and again. The invisible Spiritual Power was like water dripping on a stone, slowly penetrating Nesia’s will. His once-firm resolve began to waver, and thoughts of doubt and betrayal started to sprout in his mind. His defenses were gradually crumbling.

Even more fatally,

the number of Ancient Giant Dragons still loyal to the Evil God Faction was steadily dwindling.

Once the last of the Ancient Giant Dragons was converted by Qin Feng, he would undoubtedly recall the other dragons that had made a "strategic retreat" earlier.

At that point, the swarm of Ancient Giant Dragons would encircle him again, collectively unleashing their Dragon Breath and Area of Effect Magic on the constantly Flashing Nesia.

Once that happened, an overwhelming barrage of wide-area attacks would rain down like a fleet of bombers. No matter how agile Nesia’s multiple Flash Skills were, there was absolutely no way he could escape such an impenetrable bombardment unscathed.

’I can’t win this...’

’This is completely unwinnable...’

’This damn Tingfeng... he’s no mere Mortal...’

’And that female player, Mumu... that Divine Power she has, the one that can one-shot anything... this guy probably gave it to her...’

At this moment, Nesia had sunk completely into a quagmire of despair. He racked his brains but still couldn’t fathom what kind of monster Tingfeng truly was.

His opponent had managed to make himself and his Divine Chosen Team so absurdly powerful in such a short time that it completely shattered the limits of his comprehension.

Damn it!

Forty thousand Blood Volume on his Royal Dragon Cavalry!

Fifty thousand Blood Volume on his Ancient Giant Dragons!

Hundreds of thousands of Blood Volume on his main body!

And a Necromancer Clone that was just as heaven-defyingly overpowered!

He could even convert Void Creatures!

This is too ridiculous!

’Holy shit... should I just surrender to him...?’

The instant that thought inexplicably surfaced in Nesia’s mind, a crack appeared in his taut mental defenses.

And Qin Feng seized that fleeting opening. A new wave of Spirit Control power swept in without warning, lodging itself precisely within that fissure in his thoughts.

[You have activated the Spirit Control Big Move! Performing a check on the target "Nesia (Magic Clone)"... Success! The target will obey all your commands for the duration of Spirit Control!]