Ning Zheng gazed at the scorched Capital City, his brow furrowed.
His current giant form still had some leftover strength, able to move for about half a two-hour period.
But if they waited to recover their strength, could they summon a second giant?
The earliest would be tomorrow, perhaps even postnatal!
"We can't afford a second battle."
"It seems we have more than ten days left, but the Qi Fortune Value is ultimately just a vague timeframe."
Previously, for instance, Ning Zheng estimated the end of the world would come in two months.
But it erupted early!
Continuous wars big and small within two months until the ultimate end, that made sense.
With so many chaotic events happening now, how could he trust the Qi Fortune Value?
What if some unforeseen incident erupted during these ten days?
Pushing the limits, underestimating the things in the Emperor's Tomb, that would be suicide!
