The more Li Qing thought about it, the more fortunate he felt.
Sure enough, raising these Minis had not been a loss.
However, since he had eaten the pill, Nokron had indeed needed to step in and protect their team.
"Hand over the Pseudo-Complete Talent!"
"Stop monopolizing the future of the age!"
"Everyone, put in more effort! It's not like we can't win!"
Both sides began battling to the death, with Nokron among them, forcibly withstanding the encirclement of several Spacetime Saints.
Thus, Li Qing began operating on two fronts again.
On one side, he used Nokron to wage a great battle; on the other, he used the Ancient God of Light to take Elise along as the Pseudo-Complete Talent, quietly surviving and cultivating.
Both of his identities followed the normal growth logic they ought to have, handling various affairs accordingly.
This great battle raged for countless years, shattering the universe. The ferocity of the fighting had already caught up with that battle years ago, when Li Qing had been besieged and killed.
The Saints watched, dumbfounded, and once again began their lives as fugitives.
They worked themselves to the bone, creating one arena universe after another to keep the fighting from reaching them.
They even began manipulating the Tower of Babel, attacking one another with it until it was battered and broken.
Li Qing secretly watched the damage to the Tower of Babel with a pained heart:
This was the trump card he had painstakingly planted, the fruit of his hard work. He had been preparing to ambush them with it.
What am I supposed to do when you people treat it like this?
But he could do nothing about it. He could only wait for them to finish fighting, then find an excuse to go over and clean