Ten~ minutes~ later~
"Boring, boring..."
Feng Qingyang's teasing, playful voice rang out through the Undead Semi-Plane, emerging from deep within the Dark Silver Death Dragon's head with the languor of someone picking his teeth after a satisfying meal.
The dragon's head tilted slightly. Blue-green ghostfire flickered slowly in its eyes, as though it were inspecting a toy it had already tired of.
"I thought she'd be a tougher bone to crack..."
The Dark Silver Death Dragon's gaunt, towering body slowly descended. Its six bat wings, shading from dark silver to inky black, folded behind its back, and its claws struck the barren earth with heavy thuds.
"I'd only reached my fourth move, and she already had a mental breakdown."
At Feng Qingyang's words, Electrolux, who had already left the zombie's body and returned to his soul form, froze beside him.
His translucent soul floated in midair, his gray-white hair drifting gently beneath the blood-colored sky. The scattered glimmers around his edges dispersed very, very slowly, as though some overwhelming shock had frozen them in place.
His dark-gold eyes widened into perfect circles, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
His face was filled with blank shock.
Bewilderment.
And a hint of inexplicable familiarity.
He opened his mouth.
Then closed it again.
After repeating this several times, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and dry, carrying a hesitation that seemed to ask, Did I hear that wrong?
"Wait... little brother..."
He tilted his head, his gray-white brows knotting together, his dark-gold eyes brimming with confusion.
"What you just said...?"
He paused, as though struggling to remember something.
"Why does it sound so familiar...?"
He paused for another breath.
"Huh? Isn't that someone else's line...?"
As he spoke, Electrolux glanced behind Feng Qingyang.
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