The Primordial Void Divine Lord looked at the others gravely. "The Rulers summoned another five hundred temporary avatars this time."
"Add the seven hundred they summoned last time."
"That makes twelve hundred temporary avatars expended in total, roughly equivalent to one hundred and twenty worlds about a billion li in diameter."
"But accounting for their recovery over the past two thousand years or so, and the permanent avatars they created with their remaining power, we've actually drained them of power equivalent to about one hundred such worlds."
"That's roughly one-twelfth of their total strength."
"When do you think we should attack next?"
The Heavenly Secrets Daoist, formed from the mind of Li Qing's Present Body, spoke up. "The next attack shouldn't be a single assault. We should keep testing them."
"I think they'll probably abandon the Central World next."
"As long as we keep harassing them, they'll have to expend more and more power."
"The scales of battle will tip in our favor."
"If I were a Ruler, the best move would be to abandon the Central World and draw us into attacking High-Dimensional Spacetime."
"That's their home ground. They'd have the advantage of meeting our exhausted forces with rested troops."
"So they're bound to withdraw their forces in stages. We can keep sending a limited number of avatars and troops to test them."
"We'll train our forces while probing their true strength. The moment we see a genuine sign of weakness, we'll commit everything and break through the Central World."
"There's no need to set a fixed date."
That caught everyone's attention. It was a good idea.
"How many avatars did we lose this time?" Li Qing asked, looking around at them.
The Primordial Void Divine Lord's expression grew heavy. "I lost two."
Xuanyuan Changlong's face darkened. "I lost