The power of Heavenly Dao Reincarnation in the Principle Universe was almost crushed into a mere thin layer, merging as one with the Principle Universe's barrier.
Crack, crack, crack.
Enormous fissures appeared soundlessly. The tail end of the Principle Universe, worn away by the power of the two vortices and having shattered a vast number of universe barriers, finally charged out once more.
By now, thirty-nine breaths had passed.
Li Qing's Divine Body let out a long breath. He had finally escaped this ambush.
A chill surfaced in Li Qing's Divine Body's eyes. The Principle Universe had lost another five percent of its mass, leaving it with only sixty-five percent of its peak size.
"Fortunately, the Principle Universe is ultimately a perfect logical cycle, and it has also established the order of Heavenly Dao Reincarnation."
"Though its mass has decreased, its resistance remains."
"At the very least, it can withstand attacks with twice the power of a Final Logic."
"This is a blessing amid misfortune, but there are still eleven breaths left."
"Their attacks have grown increasingly fierce these past two times. The time they take to descend and depart has already been compressed to just three breaths. It will be difficult to stall for time."
"I can descend at most three more times, and during those three times, I must also account for the damage to the Principle Universe."
"Once the universe's damage falls below thirty-three percent, its resistance limit will directly drop to the strength of a single Final Logic."
"Then, faced with a siege, I may find it impossible to escape again."
"I have two useful trump cards in hand. Only one can be used midway, while the last one will only be useful during the final breath."
"I have to judge the timing in between precisely."