Inside Headquarters in Dajing City.
Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua slumped on the cold metal floor.
His clothes were drenched in cold sweat, as though he had been submerged in water.
Just half an hour earlier.
When the crushing pressure of that ten-thousand-meter tsunami had traveled down through the ground, all the ordinary people in Headquarters, the operators, and even the paranormal researchers accustomed to life and death had flattened themselves against the floor and closed their eyes in despair.
Faced with paranormal power on that scale, they had thought Dajing City was finished and they were certain to die.
As far as they knew, no one could possibly withstand such paranormal power.
But miraculously, after crushing every instance of paranormal resurgence, that pressure had not taken a single ordinary person's life.
"We survived! We're not dead!"
Cries of relief erupted inside Headquarters.
Cao Yanhua drew a deep breath, forced himself upright on his trembling legs, and roared.
"Stop crying! Operators, restart all backup power supplies immediately!"
"Communications Department, contact the people in charge of every district in Dajing City right now! I want to know exactly what just happened!"
Cut off by Lin Cheng's deep-blue ghost domain, all the electronic equipment in Headquarters had been disabled during that time.
With a crackle of electricity, the backup satellite signal finally reconnected.
However, the moment Headquarters' ultra-high-definition satellite footage appeared on the large screen.
The entire Headquarters fell into deathly silence once again.
On the screen.
Dajing City, once a thriving metropolis with nearly ten million permanent residents, had become a gray-white city of the dead.
Countless shriveled corpses lay strewn across the streets.
Though the buildings had not collapsed, a heavy pall of death hung over the entire city. Apart from the occasional plastic bag stirred by the wind, not a