Inside the Sanctum of The Rock, time seemed to have frozen.
The Inner Circle Terminators gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes locked on the three figures shrouded in ominous shadows within the Mind Resonance Array.
The black threads on Joan of Arc's body writhed laboriously under the suppression of the Mind Cube, and her pain was plain to see. Azrael, Ezekiel, and Lion, meanwhile, looked like statues completely wrapped in dark sludge, radiating a nauseating aura of decay.
"Prepare to forcibly sever—" Glory's command had barely begun when the sudden change struck!
Bzzzz!
Space twisted violently without warning! Two figures appeared directly in the center of the Sanctum, right among the highly tense Dark Angels Terminators!
"Damn! Where the hell is the support needed? Why can't I find any enemies, and what kind of godforsaken place is this?!" Liang Bing's voice rang out. She shook out her long hair, her gaze sweeping over the Bolters and power weapons instantly pointed at her. "Oh? This many tin cans? Don't tell me you're the enemy?"
He Xi, who followed close behind, appeared far more composed. Her silver-blue eyes immediately caught the crucial details—the three people lying within the array under the shadows, and Joan of Arc lying off to the side with the Crystal Cross emblem on her chest faintly glowing.
She immediately grasped the situation.
"Alert!" The Dark Angels roared, Chainswords buzzing as the atmosphere instantly became razor-tight!
"Stand down!" Glory immediately stepped forward, placing herself before Liang Bing and He Xi. Her voice carried unquestionable urgency. "They're reinforcements! Elders, the situation is critical. Joan of Arc and the others are in danger in the mental world!"
"The mental world?" Liang Bing raised a brow. Her eyes swept over the black threads on Joan of Arc and the three "tar men"