Twenty neatly dressed, spirited young men stood in five rows, chins raised, chests out, and eyes focused.
Liu Minghao felt a little better at the sight of them. At least the branch was willing to send people over as reinforcements this time.
Wei Zidao had hurried to the branch overnight. He had not only brought back reinforcements, but also a large batch of fragments.
What puzzled Liu Minghao, however, was that early this morning, aside from the overwhelming online discussion of the earthquake disaster, there was not a single mention of the demonic cloud.
Clearly, there had not even been enough time for the Administration Bureau to intervene and cover things up. Yet somehow, no one had actually brought it up.
He had no idea whether that was good or bad. Liu Minghao shook his head inwardly.
"Brother Hao, something strange has happened... All our equipment has stopped working."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. It was fine before, but it suddenly stopped working on the way back." Wei Zidao frowned. He had only just arrived. "The electronic instruments we normally use are fine, but all the Daoist equipment has stopped working. Also, we can't use Daoist arts, though our magic power is still there."
Liu Minghao's heart jolted. He and Bu Bugao had been busy dealing with the things they had brought back from the laboratory, and they had not paid attention to this during the night.
His magic power was indeed still there. He simply had not used any Daoist arts. It seemed that unless one actually tried, one would never notice anything strange.
Liu Minghao instinctively tried it, using only a simple little Daoist art. His magic power flowed normally, but it produced no effect whatsoever. Only then did he truly turn pale with shock.
Wei Zidao hurriedly