Before the Black Tent.
Mr. M had already used "Modeling Fluid" to create a temporary outpost capable of effectively resisting the Black Tide, resembling a white interstellar space station.
The Black Tower had arranged for six members of the Highest Will to gather here.
The lead person in charge was C. Director Charles.
This was already the largest number of reinforcements the Black Tower could deploy.
Figures like E. Examiner Edgar had to remain inside the Black Tower, responsible for monitoring the safety of the various World Passages.
Likewise, B. Madam Bei was currently within the Shattered Dimension, joining forces with several other Letters and a group of old kings who were merely tagging along to locate the Uncontrolled Ones' base and put pressure on them.
Meanwhile,
A. Mr. An had to remain stationed in the Black Tower in case the other side refused to play by the rules and directly attacked their home base.
The spatial outpost created by Modeling Fluid had also gathered a group of formidable Black Tower elites with spatial, barrier, and similar attributes. Even the weakest among them were at the lower rank.
Not long after the first wave of the Black Tide ended.
Francis arrived safely at the spatial outpost with Han Dong.
The moment they landed, a harsh reprimand immediately rang out:
"Francis, you bastard, you're slower every single time. Get over here and assemble already. Everyone is working out the best plan to break through it. We absolutely cannot lose Mandros!"
However,
the tone of the rebuke changed upon noticing Han Dong's arrival.
"Hm? Nicholas, why are you here...?"
A silver-haired man whose pupils were shaped like × symbols, representing seals and confinement, floated out from within the space station. A circular floating collar concealed his mouth and nose.
Every one of