Sawtooth Iron Tower

Huang Yaozu's head spun around his neck and returned to its original position, making a full 360-degree turn, as though gears had been installed beneath his neck.

His eyes shone like yellow lights, yet they possessed a living vitality.

Beside him stood Li Guoqiang, clad in the same armor and just as tall as Huang Yaozu.

His face resembled that of a Nuo mask—red-faced, black-foreheaded, with protruding fangs, sharp teeth, a flat nose, and a broad face. Scarlet light swirled continuously within his eyes.

He looked like an evil ghost from hell.

He wore an imposing eight-sided hat crowned with an octagonal top and decorated with weapons on every side, lending him an air of official authority.

The two lowered their heads to inspect their attire, then sized each other up. Their pupils revealed a trace of shock and delight that did not match their current identities or appearance.

Huang Yaozu's ex-wife, standing nearby, was so stunned that her mouth hung open. Even when a fallen aluminum ceiling panel struck her shoulder, she forgot the pain.

"Wu Heng, what are they...?" she asked anxiously.

"It's just equipment. Well, you can think of it as something like the armor ancient soldiers wore," Wu Heng said after considering how to explain it.

Then he looked up at the two men again.

"Feels good?"

"Hehehe, it feels incredible," the two replied in unison.

Yet their voices came from within their bodies with an eerie mix of electronic distortion and trembling vibration. Even their laughter had become harsh and obscure.

Moreover, their voices carried a force that stimulated the mind.

Huang Yaozu's ex-wife immediately covered her ears in pain. Frightened, Huang Yaozu hurriedly shut his mouth and stopped speaking, reaching out to comfort her.

But he abruptly froze.

His hand resembled a gray eagle's