"All right. Professor Li has the artifact."
Quan Taibin immediately called Li Tianming out of the Spatial Artifact and explained the situation in a few quick sentences.
After hearing him out, Li Tianming turned and rummaged through the Storage Box.
Soon, he took out a strangely shaped, translucent helmet and fitted it onto Wei Rulai's head.
The indicator lights on both sides of the helmet lit up. Several wires extended along the top of Wei Rulai's head and pierced his skin.
Li Tianming said quickly, "The entire unit should now be able to receive signals from your brain. From now on, issue orders directly through your thoughts. Stop giving spoken orders. The white mist can cut off sound or even alter it."
Wei Rulai immediately closed his eyes. Waves of commands spread from his mind, reaching every member of the force directly.
"I am Wei Rulai! All troops, regroup according to my mental commands. The voices in the mist are enemy traps. From now on, only follow the orders transmitted through my Mental Skill. No one is to listen to the voices in the mist!"
The voice of Wei Rulai, their commander at the heart of the formation, reassured the soldiers lost in the white mist.
The troops, whose formation had been drifting apart in confusion, quickly regained their footing.
Wei Rulai opened his eyes. His face was somewhat pale, and his lips trembled. Wearing the helmet seemed to be extremely painful.
"Commander Wei, are you all right?"
"I can take it! You lot figure out how to deal with that old dog Henry!"
Li Tianming said, "Have the troops put up the Defensive Shields. We need some time to think of a way, too."
With that, Li Tianming drank a vial of medicine.
The collective attack launched by their