"Mr. Chu... what... what kind of joke is this?"
The Altered stammered, his voice cracking. "Even exotic treasures can't withstand it, and you want martial artists to?"
"Are they supposed to block it with their heads?"
"They can only hold on if there are defensive fortifications."
"But now the Black Tide has doubled in scale, and its intensity is still increasing."
"How are they supposed to withstand it?"
"And even with defensive fortifications, they'll be destroyed in an instant!"
"They can't hold it back!"
Chu Qing gazed into the distance.
The Black Tide in the distance grew ever more turbulent.
At this rate, it would not be long before the Black Tide's intensity doubled again.
"Martial artists are not as fragile as you imagine!"
"I told you before—these martial artists have comprehended methods specifically meant to deal with restricted zones."
"They are terrifying and powerful!"
"They have already surpassed your understanding!"
The Altered was bewildered.
In the end, however, he was still persuaded by Chu Qing.
After all, it was the martial artists being expended, not the Altered.
Shortly afterward:
That Altered contacted headquarters and reported the situation.
The Altered headquarters did not care in the slightest. "Don't talk to us about matters concerning martial artists!"
"Just inform those martial artist commanders directly!"
"We must think of every possible way to hold the line a little longer!"
"Perhaps the next second, the Black Tide will retreat because its losses have become too great!"
The Altered all nodded.
They relayed the news to those commanders.
Commander Headquarters:
Tens of thousands of marshals stared gravely at a massive sand table.
On the sand table, humanity's defensive lines crisscrossed with those of the Black Tide.
They deployed troops, arranged formations, and allocated resources.
Many more people were constructing one fortification after another in