Neither Feng Qingyang nor Electrolux noticed Ling Luochеn's complaints about them behind their backs as they entered the Wind Demon Tower together.
The tower's interior was spacious, with nine tiers of bone structures encircling it. Dim, dark green light spilled through the gaps between the bones, casting the entire tower into alternating patches of light and shadow.
The patterns of yin-yang Taiji silently spiraled across the ground floor. Their black and white hues reflected the inscriptions flowing along the tower walls, lending the atmosphere a quiet solemnity.
On the tower's first floor, the corpses of the entire Demon Soul Great White Shark clan covered roughly thirty percent of the floor, their silvery scales gleaming coldly beneath the dim green light.
On the other side, neatly arranged Soul Bones occupied twenty percent of the floor space. More than seventy bones of various sizes carpeted the area, shimmering with a strange interwoven luster of silver, dark gold, and pale red.
Finally, the suspended cluster of Soul Rings, held fixed by necromancy, occupied the least floor space.
It took up less than ten percent of the Wind Demon Tower's first floor.
Those purple, black, and red Soul Rings spun in compressed, nested circles, giving off intense fluctuations of soul power.
Feng Qingyang and Electrolux stood on the Yin-Yang Floor at the center of the ground level, each contemplating the three piles of spoils before them.
After a moment, Feng Qingyang rubbed his chin and spoke first.
"So, Elder Yi... what would you suggest...?"
At his words, Electrolux lowered his dark golden eyes and considered for a moment.
His translucent spirit body hovered above the Yin-Yang Floor. His gray-white hair drifted gently in the tower's still air, while flecks of light slowly spilled from his edges and faded.
He raised a hand, slowly stroking