"That works too?"
Chen Ping was dumbfounded. There was nothing wrong with what Electrolux had said.
Did the undead currently in the Undead Demiplane need soul cores that spun at seven thousand or even ten thousand revolutions per minute?
Not at all. Give them miniature soul cores that spun at seven hundred revolutions per minute, and that would be more than enough. Once their soul power levels rose, couldn't they simply switch to small, medium, large, and extra-large soul cores?
"Why wouldn't it?"
Electrolux smiled. "According to calculations using the arcane model I built, condensing a soul core requires maintaining its rotational speed at a minimum of around eighteen hundred revolutions per minute. Any lower, and it will dissipate on its own."
"Even if an ordinary Titled Douluo condensed a soul core at this speed, they couldn't possibly absorb it. After all, it would affect their endurance in soul fighting later on."
"But aren't little soul cores like these exactly what we lack right now?"
At this point, Electrolux raised his hand. The soul power tornado, originally structured as two cones, had actually transformed completely into a small, purely colorless vortex, continuously drawing the Heaven and Earth Essence of the Other Shore Small World into itself.
"Holy shit."
Chen Ping was stunned. The abilities Electrolux was displaying were practically those of a fucking supercomputer.
After watching the soul core condensation process just once, he had built its mathematical model from scratch. He had even calculated the minimum speed needed to keep a soul core formed with perfect clarity.
What a god.
At that moment, Chen Ping's admiration for Electrolux could only be described as prostrating himself in worship.
"Old Master, I'm here."
Just then, Snake hurried over and came to a stop before Electrolux.
"Perfect timing. This is a low-speed