After Zhao Fu arrived at the cultivation grounds, the sight before him left him utterly stunned.
On a stretch of flat land lay enormous pits, each filled with floating blood-red crystals. All around them, densely packed half-mechanical, half-biological mosquitoes blanketed the earth, their rustling hiss making one's scalp crawl.
Zhao Fu estimated that their number had likely reached fifty or sixty million.
If so many mechanical mosquitoes took flight, they would surely blot out the entire sky and could serve an even greater purpose.
The mosquitoes' mouthparts and parts of their bodies were covered in metal. Their mouthparts in particular were exceptionally sharp, capable of easily piercing metal; even the Alchemy Clan would find them difficult to block with alchemy power.
Moreover, these mechanical mosquitoes were blood-drinking creatures. Once a mosquito pierced someone's body, it would take only a few seconds before it could suck them dry into a shriveled corpse.
Each mechanical mosquito was three meters in size and could store a great amount of blood. When necessary, it could burn that blood to strengthen itself or rapidly recover from injuries.
Furthermore, blood-sucking mosquitoes themselves possessed Tier 3 strength. A single mechanical mosquito would have little difficulty dealing with more than a dozen Tier 2 soldiers.
If one mechanical mosquito could handle ten Tier 2 soldiers, then fifty million mechanical mosquitoes could deal with five hundred million Tier 2 soldiers.
Of course, that calculation was not entirely accurate, because the strength of five hundred million Tier 2 soldiers gathered together was far greater than that of little squads of ten. Still, the mechanical mosquitoes could play an enormous role.
Zhao Fu remembered that there had only been a few million when he left. Now there were already tens of millions. If another year passed, there would certainly be hundreds