"Heh... Elder Yi, are you ready...?"
At those words, the zombie behind Feng Qingyang, controlled by Electrolux's divine sense, slowly opened its blood-red eyes.
Those eyes had no pupils. They were crimson throughout, like two glass beads soaked in blood, radiating a vicious gleam that made the heart tremble.
Yet—
On closer inspection, deep within that blood-red glow lay a trace of utterly incongruous wisdom, steady and ancient.
Xuan Zi.
Or rather, the zombie refined from Xuan Zi's corpse, now under Electrolux's control...
The zombie slowly lowered its head and raised both hands, flexing its withered fingers in the empty air...
In an instant, its knuckles gave a series of faint cracks. Beneath its deathly pale skin, dark-gold Soul Power markings faintly flowed and shifted.
Corpse aura and Soul Power surged through its meridians, colliding in a soundless roar.
Upon sensing the explosive power contained within this corpse, even Xuan Zi's vacant, blood-red eyes could not help showing a hint of astonishment.
That astonishment was only thinly concealed, unmistakably reflected in those crimson eyes.
"You brat..."
The zombie's throat trembled slightly, producing a hoarse, dry voice like metal scraping over gravel.
"Just how much are you hiding...?"
Controlling the zombie, Electrolux gently worked its shoulders and neck again. Its joints gave a series of crisp cracks, and wisps of corpse aura seeped through the gaps, gathering into a thin, grayish-white mist in the air.
"To think the zombie you refined would be this perfect..."
He marveled under his breath, a rare note of admiration in his voice as a sharp gleam flickered through his aged eyes.
"Not only did you repair the damage to the corpse itself, you even preserved eighty percent of his strength from when he was alive..."
He tilted his head slightly, looking toward Feng Qingyang, who