Long Xing let out a soft sigh. "There's no real plan. We can only rely on these hundred geniuses to stall them for now. As long as we have them, they'll fear my retaliation and won't be able to deal with our eight hundred million compatriots for the time being. So your risk this time was far too crucial... You saved eight hundred million people!"
He was deeply moved!
Yet Li Tianming still felt somewhat heavy-hearted.
"These Eonic Gods are divided into several factions. The Fallen Star Gods can't bear to part with their descendants, but the other Eonic Gods probably can... Might they raise the stakes afterward?" Facing the howling wind ahead, his expression shifted between light and shadow.
"Even if they go to the War Heaven Divine Vault and raise the stakes again, it won't be useful for now. Whether it's eight hundred million or five billion, neither matters more to them than those hundred geniuses," Long Xing said.
"The problem is that so many people are on their side. They treat lives as numbers. Eight hundred million people crammed inside astral ships—if this drags on, the losses will be catastrophic... We can't bear it." Li Tianming gritted his teeth.
The two men bore the same mission. In truth, after only a few words, they could already see each other's hearts and guts.
Put another way, though they had never met, they had long admired each other by reputation.
Long Xing did not treat himself as an elder, but rather as an older brother.
"Tianming, I want to confirm something. Is it really as Master Chen said? Once the masses form faith in you, can their power be used by you?" Long Xing asked.
Normally, only Yanhuang descendants who had established All-Living Lines with Li Tianming knew the