Titled Douluos from every faction stood along both sides, their expressions grave.
That night, Mu En did not rush to discuss matters.
He had the various forces rest first, waiting until everyone had arrived before convening a council in the command tent the following morning.
Early the next morning, inside the command tent.
Mu En sat upright at the head, his gaze deep and imposing.
Chen Xuan stood quietly beside him. Little Black Dog lay obediently on his shoulder, showing none of his usual playfulness.
Kong Deming, Jing Hongchen, Heavenly Sun Douluo, Xian Lin'er, Elder Feng, and the Titled Douluos who had hurried over from the various fronts gathered together.
The tent was so quiet that a falling needle could have been heard.
Mu En slowly raised his eyes and surveyed everyone, his voice deep and commanding.
"There is only one reason I called you all here today."
Each word rang out like steel.
"I can clearly sense that something momentous will happen in the future.
The origin of the Douluo Continent is afraid. It is trembling.
Those children with innate full soul power are the shoots it has pushed forth.
Something is pressing down on us from outside. Though I do not know what it is.
I do know that once the extraterrestrial crisis truly descends, internal strife and external threats will combine, plunging the entire Douluo Continent into eternal damnation."
A solemn silence filled the tent.
"So the Holy Spirit Cult must disappear.
Whatever price we must pay, this war must be fought.
Before the extraterrestrial crisis arrives, we must uproot this internal cancer completely.
Only with stability within can we gather all our strength against the threat outside."
Mu En swept his gaze over everyone and continued, "First, provisions and supplies. Old Kong, give us your figures."