At those words, the corner of Feng Qingyang's mouth twitched.
He fell silent for a moment, looking at Electrolux before him. Somehow, this Calamity of the Undead seemed a little different from the one described in the original Douluo II novel.
What had Electrolux been like in the original?
The Calamity of the Undead, a ruthless figure who had once nearly destroyed an entire continent single-handedly. Cold, aloof, obsessive, filled with hatred for the living, and devoted to the undead with a fervor that bordered on madness.
But the man before him?
He had just helped him slaughter an entire clan of Demon Soul Great White Sharks, using methods so cruel that Ling Luochеn had trembled in terror. Then he had turned around and asked him for a tower, utterly shameless and without so much as a change of expression.
Though Feng Qingyang could not quite put his finger on the difference.
Somehow, this Calamity of the Undead seemed a little more... human?
Feng Qingyang raised a hand and took the Wind Demon Tower Electrolux held out, replying casually.
"Sure. Next time I get the chance, I'll make you one too."
Electrolux said nothing more, simply floating quietly beside Feng Qingyang.
His translucent soul hovered about a foot above the reef, tiny flecks of light continually spilling from his edges and drifting slowly away in the evening breeze.
His gray-white hair stirred gently in the wind. The phantom image of a copper-coin mask covered the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of cloudy yet fathomless old eyes quietly watching Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang lowered his head and first looked inside the Wind Demon Tower.
Every Demon Soul Great White Shark inside, including Xiao Bai, was dead.
Most bore no obvious wounds. Their silvery-white scales remained intact, their