Amid this atmosphere of "black clouds pressing down on the city, threatening to crush it," Meng Chao found Ai Lei.
At first, Ai Lei did not recognize him.
Meng Chao had changed his face again.
He had put on a monocle designed for precision work, equipped with night vision and microscopic functions.
He was also wearing a work uniform covered in grime, burns, and corrosion marks.
He looked like a diligent, utterly ordinary Mid-Low Level Superhuman engaged in technical work.
Among the crowd poised to spring into action, impoverished youths dressed like this were the most numerous.
Unlike the children of wealthy families, surrounded by Spirit Flames and able to unleash dazzling sound-and-light effects with a flick of their hands, carrying their own spotlight wherever they went, they were like a swarm of dusty worker ants. It was hard to remember any one of them particularly well.
Only when Meng Chao called to her in a low voice did Ai Lei's eyes widen.
Just as she was about to cry out, Meng Chao waved his hand and pulled her into a street corner.
"You've got quite a bit of influence, to make things this spectacular?"
Meng Chao looked at Ai Lei in a new light.
He had never expected that this little reporter, greedy for money and specializing in gossip, could stir up such enormous waves.
Meng Chao could even vaguely sense that amid the surging crowd, the oscillation frequencies of countless Brainwaves and Life Magnetic Fields were gradually drawing closer.
That meant their brainwaves could resonate at any moment.
When brainwave resonance reached its peak and the will of countless people gathered as one, the legendary "war spirit" might be born.
A war spirit could envelop an area hundreds of meters, or even several kilometers, across, granting all warriors