Soul Power swept through.
Within a two-mile radius, every single movement fell into his line of sight.
"Interesting! The defenses are really tight!" Zhang Xiaohao muttered.
With a slight tap of his foot, he darted into the darkness.
A minute later.
The cameras specifically installed in the power distribution room were all blocked by Zhang Xiaohao with mud.
His body flickered.
When he reappeared, he was already behind the two security guards.
With a slap of his palms, he knocked them out.
These two unlucky guards were still clueless about how they had fainted when they lost consciousness.
He moved them aside.
He walked over to the power distribution room.
Tore off the lock and opened the door of the electrical box.
He took out two exquisitely small bottles and poured out an elixir from each, swallowing them.
Grasping two red wires, he applied the same technique and pressed them against his own body.
