However, when Huo Yuhao looked around the Undead Demiplane, he soon realized something was wrong again.
Where the hell had the concrete roads and soul tool streetlights in this Undead Demiplane come from?!
Looking up at the Undead Demiplane's purple-black Undead Sun, there was still something of a classic fantasy atmosphere.
But the moment he lowered his head and looked at the roads crisscrossing in every direction, and at the Soul Guidance Lamps that were temporarily mere decorations because they lacked soul power transmission lines, Huo Yuhao sank into deep bewilderment.
Where had Elder Yi gotten so many soul tools to put here back then?
At that thought, Huo Yuhao instinctively relied on the aura of Electrolux clinging to him to push through the undead creatures. Treading over the bones and death-breath soil covering the ground, he climbed the highest nearby hill and gazed as far as he could into the distance.
Then he saw many people who were clearly alive, diligently directing liches and undead creatures in a massive infrastructure drive throughout the Undead Demiplane.
Some of these undead creatures were building houses, others were laying roads, and even the bone dragons had been turned into mobile cement mixers. They swallowed the raw materials, cast a few water spells, and discharged fine cement.
The bizarre scene, so inconceivable yet somehow reasonable, faintly shook Huo Yuhao's worldview.
But what Huo Yuhao found most unbelievable was spotting a familiar face among the crowd. Equipped with a Soul Tool Exoskeleton that greatly enhanced his mobility, the man could clear an entire hill with a light leap and was racing toward him.
"O-O-O-O-O-O-Older Brother Chen???"
Huo Yuhao's upper and lower lips seemed to be fighting each other, and his mouth hung open. Clearly, he had never in his wildest dreams expected to see