Zhi Zhu's gaze suddenly sharpened, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "It seems we have to win. We must win."
No one knew whether everything Zhi Zhu had said from beginning to end had been true or false.
He had displayed such heroic determination before, only for everyone else to later learn that it had been an act.
"We will continue cultivating. Seventy million years will be enough."
Zhi Zhu's voice became calm again. Nothing could affect the judgment of a Cosmic Overlord. He continued carrying out his plan with unwavering resolve. "We are the strongest. You hybrid gods, formed from countless Tenth-Order Saints, are the greatest geniuses in cosmic history."
"Even if only two or three among us can reach Eleventh-Order perfection and possess the aptitude of a Pseudo Twelfth-Order, we will still be enough to crush them."
At the same level, gods were still invincible.
Possessing multiple Pseudo Twelfth-Orders, since that was already the limit of an individual realm, they would now use numbers to defeat them.
No one knew how many of the outstanding figures present could break through. Even if they could not reach Pseudo Twelfth-Order perfection, a group of Eleventh-Orders who could barely touch that threshold would still be enough to defy the heavens.
After all, gods could form a monster from a pile of low-level realm cells.
"Seventy million years is already the lifespan of most Multidimensional Saints. Every additional universe grants ten million more years of life. Even the greatest Nine Yuan Multidimensional Saints only live a little over a hundred million years." The Zerg Mother Empress nodded as well. "For this final battle, all that remains is a head-on clash. Once those two fight until both sides are ruined, we will strike and assassinate them."
Boom! Everyone began researching with all their