Whatever means William had, they were all hopeless and powerless. After all, the strength of any formation depended partially on the materials used and partially on the strength of the masters controlling them.
"If we don't have strong masters yet, then we shall make up for the lack using numbers," he decided, "I'll need to spend the remaining few hours laying down a grand formation, one that at least ten thousand masters can control and activate. I can't believe using such a formation won't stop a gold grade monster, at least."
William wasn't sure if the monster tide had a gold grade monster or not, but he wanted to be safe rather than sorry. So he instantly ran back to his base, and once there, he started to give lots of orders.
"Gather the Blue Serpentile ore, the Black oak ore, the Plantile herbs, the Sweevie Rocks…"
