"The upper limit of the power I can freely control is eighteen billion li. The gap between our strengths has narrowed to eighty percent."
"An eighty-percent gap may not be enough to defeat them, but I can at least buy a buffer of one breath."
"To suppress the other Spacetime Heavenly Dao powerhouses, they would never dare draw too much power."
"A world scale of ten million li is the minimum strength they need to shatter a Spacetime Heavenly Dao powerhouse's true body while that true body is enduring the baptism of Cosmic Origin."
"However, once they make up their minds to tolerate someone personally breaking through Conceptual Logic, then draw power from their avatars to deal with me first, I may not be able to keep stalling."
"Judging from their attacks, I cannot easily reveal my true strength. I must always maintain the illusion that I am just a little short of being defeated by them."
"Every time they think they are about to defeat me, they will discover that I still have hidden power, shattering their wishful calculations."
"However, I can only use this method three times at most. After that, they will fully realize that I am stalling for time and bring out their full strength."
"At that point, they will consider whether to loosen their suppression of the others."
Within Li Qing's Divine Body, thoughts raced like sparks from flint. Amid this ever-changing battlefield, he sorted out a clear and viable plan.
Though he did not know whether the outcome would go as he wished, at this moment, it was already his best option.
"I must hold on until the sixteenth breath if possible. That is the crucial moment. The Final Prison is my greatest trump card for withstanding every attack."
A deep, grave look filled