Since his disappearance from Human Civilization and his sudden acquisition of the ability to connect with clones, Tom had never been as passive as he was now, despite having experienced so many wars and faced so many enemies.
He didn't even know who his enemy was—a high-level civilization? A certain intelligent life form? Or some physical phenomenon, some astronomical event?
Tom knew nothing, yet he had inexplicably fallen into a situation of near-death crisis.
All the methods Tom had once prided himself on seemed to have lost their effectiveness at this moment.
The Unified Force Field became Tom's last hope.
Gritting his teeth, Tom made a decision.
A total of 21 races, including the Yunluo Clan, which had previously been excluded from the core circle, had all their high-ranking officials once again summoned to the Intelligence and Strategic Research Office.
Every high-ranking official of each race looked solemn.
