Su Mo wore a smile.
Huo Yuhao had seen that smile many times before. Smug, arrogant, utterly fearless.
"I told you, I'm one of the living dead." He raised his head. "You can't kill me. It'll be the same no matter how many times you try."
Huo Yuhao looked at him.
He said nothing.
Su Mo waited for two breaths without receiving a response, and his smile stiffened for a moment. But he quickly recovered and lifted his chin.
"What other tricks do you have? Go ahead and use them. When I resurrect for the hundredth time, the thousandth time, we'll see who breaks first."
Huo Yuhao still said nothing.
He merely raised his eyes to look at Su Mo, and a slit silently opened between his brows.
Eye of Destiny.
Golden light poured from that slit, like invisible threads winding around Su Mo from head to toe.
Su Mo's smile froze.
He wanted to move, but couldn't. He wanted to speak, but no sound came out. Looking down, he saw that those golden threads had already seeped into his skin and drilled into his meridians. Like countless fine needles, they pinned him in place.
"You... what did you do..."
Huo Yuhao did not answer.
He turned and spoke to the Void.
"Old Yi."
Gray mist surged.
Electrolux's phantom emerged from the Undead Demi-Plane and landed on the snow. His form was far more solid than before, and the gray magic power swirling around him had grown denser as well.
When Su Mo saw that phantom, his pupils abruptly contracted.
"You... you turned my master..."
"I finished digesting him," Electrolux said blandly, his voice calm. "His memories, his experience, his origin—they are all mine now."
He looked at Huo Yuhao.
"My strength has recovered to more than half of what